The smell lingers in the air
grey clouds overtake everything in your vision
You feel the need to gasp for air, yet pause with such indecision
You feel the need to breathe
yet know the consequences for that breath
you wont die right away, but its a slow unwanted death
One puff, One blow. That's all it takes
one breath away from such a ache
corrupted lungs, due to the addictions around you
impossible to stop, well that's how they found you
broken soul, bad mind, battered heart, blown time
oh, if only you knew, what you had to choose.
You choose the stick
it chooses your life
love ones are gone in the blink of an eye
misused breath, chosen over life
your air is now toxic, sharp as a knife
can't get back the wasted time
Can't steal back the wasted life
Cant give back the breath you stole from others
You can only choose to stop for one another
You give it your life
you give it your time
you give it your hope
Now there's nothing left inside
here you are with nothing left
only thing to give, is your last breath
It took your soul
It took your time
Now your there, without a life
Drop the stick
Take your life
choose to live, give up the fight
choose the love, before there is no light
choose to breathe, before you die.
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Author:
emotional girl (
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Comments4
Wow! This hit my heart.
Thank you!
Wow glad and gutted to read this all at the and time. Brilliant!
Thank you so much!!
Beautiful. Not the smoke, for years it made me choke, quitting was absolutely no joke. Thank you emotional girl.
Thank you so much!!!
I know. it's horrible. Glad it's banned on buses and in many places now (in UK anyway). I rather forget about smoking these days until I see people gathered outside offices, shops, etc for fag breaks.
I totally agree. 🙂
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