Smoking Death

December 14, 2010
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Smoked too much,
it shows in my eyes
and I can't hide it
as my mother cries.

But those spoken words,
you never wish to see
are screaming from her
trying to save me.

Her eyes are always here,
screaming out regrets
that I thought would leave
when I tried to forget.

You'll never stop me,
I'm selfish enough for you
I'll take another hit
without thinking it through.

I'll smoke all day
until my eyes turn red
and as I walk in the house
you'll wish I were dead.





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katieslate16 said...
Nov. 5, 2012 at 4:57 pm
This is beyond relateable! thanks for writing it! keep it up :)
 
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