Self-Imposed Misery

That cigarette in your hands,
I hope it kills you quick.
And that world of self-imposed misery,
Will one day leave you all by yourself.

I don't understand people like you-
They invite trouble and sadness into their souls.
Making everything and everyone run away from them,
Just to prove that they can make it.

But it is a sign of weakness-
To be honest, what is there for you to prove?
You live as if you had a thousand years to live,
Not knowing all of it might end tomorrow.

Our souls are windows to the world-
It is we who look at life through ourselves.
Black or white- or whatever color you may choose,
That's how life will reflect back upon you.

I don't know how you live with yourself-
Watching you function even drains me of energy.
You did earn my unhesitating pity,
And I'm not sure you could be saved.

For i cannot pull you out of the hole you are in,
If you won't give me your hand.
And i can't lead you to the light,
When you're too blind to see you're in the dark.

My guess is, one day you will die alone,
For you drove everyone else away.
Even your own soul wants to run away from you,
And leave that world of self-imposed misery.

Smoke and inhale the cigarette,
For even you have given up on life.
That's why you cannot find happiness-
For you drove it away from you too.

*Some people's existence is just a waste of space. They do not deserve to live if their job is to make life miserable for themselves and others. This is dedicated to someone..