perhaps they will never understand.
they don't know what goes on behind closed doors.
not that they would ever ask, or care, or need to know.
the high, the long drag, feels infinitely better than how the pills make me feel.
they don't work.
they will never work.
"the cigarettes are only going to make this worse for you."
you see, the doctors think i'll take what they say into consideration.
they think telling me that every time i see them will make me stop smoking.
but what they don't know is, my addiction is my medication.
my only hope.
YOU ARE READING
menthols.
Teen Fictionshe did it for a reason. and left one thing behind. • lowercase intended • completed at 1400 words
