i only take one pack a day
its almost amusing to feel my lungs this way
as they beg and plead for the inhale of oxygen
and i beg and plead for my life away
orange and white has grown to be my favorite color
since thats the only colors i see clearly
yellow used to be my favorite color
before she went off in a scurry
i lay awake at night
filling the air in my apartment with smoke
i wait until 4am to think she just might
come back with a fulfilling antidote
but i'm stuck here taking one pack a day
feeling the rush of my lungs this way
as they beg and plead for the inhale of oxygen
and i beg and plead for my life away
YOU ARE READING
Growing Pains
Poetryfor the kids who were forced to grow up too fast, this one is for you. TW : drug use, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, ED
