Smoking

"Why do you smoke?"

"Why do you choose to ruin yourself?"

"You're toxic."

Smoking has not meant a thing to me,

I inhale the pleasure and I release the pressure.

People think if they scare me with death that I can stop.

People think I do not know what I am doing to my own body.

"That's bad for you, ya know?"

These people are the ones who do not get it.

I am more toxic to myself than these cigarettes could ever be.

You're words do not hurt me, they pierce me.

The cigarettes do not hurt me, they heal me.

I am at a loss constantly, fighting a battle with myself.

I would be okay if I died yesterday, or tomorrow or next week.

Because people think smoking is bad,

but they do not know that I am too.