Sat outside the window as I open the pack
.
Took one stick out of the box
.
.
Lighted the cigarette
.
Pursed between my lips
.Hands tracing the curves
.Of my body down my hips
.
.Released the cigarette
.
To blow all the smoke out
.
It will be good I told myself.
But the question is how?
.
.I tapped the stick
.Letting the burnt weed fall
.
Holding tight.
To this weak wall
.Wondering what if I jump?
.
Will it all end?
.Or more will come?
.
.I fixed my jacket to
.
Put on my hood
.
Everyone will know it too
.That I am also good.
.
.I said to myself as I wonder
.Will they care if I'm gone?
.it's too late now
.I'm already done.
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PoetryJust a cringe poetry book Started at the year 2017 Ended at th year 2020 PLEASE DONT READ THIS I REGRET EVERYTHING KSJSKSJSBSJ