I lie, in bed, my mind filled with thoughts that had no purpose to stay. I didn't have a great excuse as to why I couldn't fall asleep. The reason why I haven't slept yet was these awful cigarettes, that was what my endless nights consist of.
And you - you fucker, fucker, fucker - you were my fucking cigarettes, before I started to literally damage my mental health with these shit.
You two are the same thing anyways. Sick yet absolutely addicting and no fucking good for my health. You have suceededly destructed me with no help from anyone whatsoever, (Still surprises me).
You ignited flames. It really is unfathomable.
How can someone be so cruel but is allowed to be so overwhelmingly beautiful. You killed me, you tore me apart, burnt me and left me with a lung to damage.
And I found myself still addicted to the pain you offered me and now I'm still seeking for that odd pleasure in setting fires into myself for the thrill of it, enticed by the pain you once gave.
You mind fucker, it's so fucking difficult to isolate myself from this addiction- I may have fallen in love with you once again.
