Cigarette between my fingers,
I watch the smoke drift away;
Not normally a smoker,
But I am today.

Smoke meant to ****,
Somehow makes me feel alive.
I inhale it as deep as possible,
But internally I cry.

Who am I?
I do not know.
Time to carry on
This tiring show.

so i think it might be best
if i try to
separate myself for awhile
ive been opened up so far
but honestly its quite exhausting
all the reaching out and wondering who cares
who cares enough to reach back
so i think it might be best
if i close my doors for awhile
because i am so tired
i just need to sleep for a little
and recharge
maybe i can try this thing again a little later

*but im just so tired.