Secondhand Smoke.

Secondhand smoke

Grabbing my lungs

It takes them and rips them open

They want to run

You slowly kill yourself

Wasting all your great

Don’t do it, please don’t

All my tears wash down the rusty sewer drain

You might as well grab a knife

Just kill yourself now

It will make up for all the laughs turned into coughs

I watch you, think about it all day long

Why must you do this?

You’re wasting all of our time

Please get it over with

It will save me all the days

Waiting for you to realize,

that you just have to stay.

You’re conscious of it,

You try to avoid it

You don’t smoke a pack

No, really I do enjoy it

But still, your lungs are blackened

From all those years

Your life will still be shortened

By more then anyone should endear.

It’s an addiction,

I get it.

In fact, I know it very well

Like mine to chocolate, and coffee,

and things with a very good smell.

But please, just realize

I need you here

I need him too

But he has also fell down the endless, unforgiving,

black hole...

just like you.