I never meant to get addicted.
But I guess thats what they all say, though.
"I didn't mean to," slips through the lips of so many like the fag between my fingers.
The click of the lighter calms me.
The smoke seeps into our fragile lungs.
We know it does no good.
Yet we repeat "It's only one," yet thats how it started in the first place.
It turns my fingertips black.
But still, I don't mind.
I know that I should.
When they hear us coughing they only shake their heads.
It's wrecked my family, one by one.
Destroyed my soul and mind.
Endangering my life.
I've realised now why they dubbed it a cancer stick.
All that matters is the cigarette between my teeth.
Inhale the nicotine. Exhale my future.
I never meant to get addicted.
~ Viola ( -GangsterSangster- )
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