Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Smoke.

The stars are
Beautiful
Tonight.

I breathe in
The smoke from
My cigarette
Hoping

No,
Praying

That it will drown me.
That it will fill my lungs.
That I will stop breathing.

One more breath,
And I just might.

The melodies
Of acoustic guitar
Playing through my
Headphones

Because I never got to learn
My hands never quite
Got to learn
The tunes of the sadness
That lay in my heart.

Instead I taught
Them how to
Roll, how to
Smoke, how to
Light.

I taught them
Cold nights,
In the rain
And the wind,
To put them
To my mouth

So that I could slowly kill myself.