The Stig pressed against my lips
Inhale
Breathe in
Exhale
Releasing a cloud of vapor over my head
Waking up in the morning with nicotine posioning
Hiding the Stig in my bra
Then
Vaping in the bathroom then almost fainting cuz that shit’s strong
It’s to the point where that stig is my one release
Paying $10 a week just for
One
Smoke rings are the new thing
It’s cool to do bad things for your body in this society
In society wrong is right and right is wrong because they see no other way
I see no other way to control my thoughts
I have allowed drugs to abuse me by abusing them
It’s come to the point where feeling nothing and everything at the same time is normal and we are judged if we reach out for help
I’ve come to the point where that stig is my one hope for happiness
But I will not allow drugs to abuse me the way I have abused them
I will continue to fight for my life
Fight my weaknesses with my strengths
Because it’s come to the point where I know I can do better
Than drugs
YOU ARE READING
You Are Not Alone
PoezjaA poetry anthology about not often talked about subjects such as depression, anxiety, and PTSD to let others know they are not alone
