Smoking is for the broken.
Some people do it to fill a hole, an emptiness inside
they do it to feel whole again
and sometimes, they do it just to belong
but there is always this one person
no one would have suspected them to do it
they are too innocent, right?
but they don't know
that the kindest hearts
break a little more every day
and are starting to feel numb
so they do it to feel something, anything.
smoking kills
but not as much
as living does
and these people
are not criminals
for trying to kill
their sorrow.
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Book of Poems
Poetry"Thank you for the tragedy, I need it for my art." - Kurt Cobain This book is a collection of poems I wrote throughout time, sometimes even excerptions of stories I never finished. Caution: Some of them are rather dark and might be triggering to s...
