Nicotine calms my nerves and keeps me in place
numbs me enough so I can keep going nowhere
A band-aid for what troubles my heart
The cancer it brings feels so far off
It kills me softly so I don't die suddenly
One who's in chains smokes wholeheartedly
Without nicotine I'd fly in a rage
and end in an even dirtier cage
My parents and relatives were like stone
Hard and unmoving to the bone
None of them ever had my back
I was their rock, they ensured that I cracked
They saw me as servant or even a slave
My time and energy they took and I gave
From then on I was enslaved through and through
I knew naught but what I was told to do
So I'm a slave to whatever I see
People use me, and I give freely
Though I sense them stealing my energy
and giving nothing back, but still I don't flee
I let them come and intrude on me
My most precious things I let them see
I'm so used to it in fact by now
that I throw my hands in the air and bow.
I gave up on freedom at a young age
My past is riddled with dreams and pages that I
crumpled into ***** and threw away
The chapters they stole are intangible
impossible to track
so I can't accuse them of their heinous acts
Yet perhaps someday I will be free
from the eyes of those that torment me
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
Nicotine calms my nerves and keeps me in place
numbs me enough so I can keep going nowhere
A band-aid for what troubles my heart
The cancer it brings feels so far off
It kills me softly so I don't die suddenly
One who's in chains smokes wholeheartedly
Without nicotine I'd fly in a rage
and end in an even dirtier cage
My parents and relatives were like stone
Hard and unmoving to the bone
None of them ever had my back
I was their rock, they ensured that I cracked
They saw me as servant or even a slave
My time and energy they took and I gave
From then on I was enslaved through and through
I knew naught but what I was told to do
So I'm a slave to whatever I see
People use me, and I give freely
Though I sense them stealing my energy
and giving nothing back, but still I don't flee
I let them come and intrude on me
My most precious things I let them see
I'm so used to it in fact by now
that I throw my hands in the air and bow.
I gave up on freedom at a young age
My past is riddled with dreams and pages that I
crumpled into ***** and threw away
The chapters they stole are intangible
impossible to track
so I can't accuse them of their heinous acts
Yet perhaps someday I will be free
from the eyes of those that torment me
Some people never go away even if you cut them off.
