Cigarettes

I took a cigarette out today, to relieve all my stress
I needed something stronger, but nothing can help my mess
A cigarette will do I suppose, anything to mask my pain
Nothing is able to heal what I felt, nothing to clear the stain
That momentary feeling of nothing, all things go away
I might still feel something, but it’ll put off the strain of today

I’ll take another cigarette, to conceal my bottomless grief
Only for a small moment, will I get any relief
I breathe in that smoky air, knowing that it’ll scar
At least when I am smoking, I only feel from afar
I don’t know why I like it, it’s not at all improving
But when I do, I know my thoughts keep moving
Paused in one spot, I become distressed
But in all when I am smoking, my heart comes to a rest

Another cigarette later, one for the continuing thoughts
This way when I break down, there won’t be any shots
Do I like it because it hurts, or because it aids
No matter what it does, it hides all the harsh raids
I’ll breathe in what hurts me, and blow out the painful cuts
That cigarette helps, this way all the feelings will remain shut

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