Roll

Roll

A Poem by Thisismythearpy
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Just another thing about trying to use cigarettes to escape depression, but failing and just continuing on with depression and your crutch.

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 I roll my own cigarettes

Therefore I am building my own destruction

With my own two hands


Planting the seeds of my untimely end

With careful precise fingers

A skillful tongue

Licking the seal of my fate


To clasp it shut


A flame from my lighter

Setting fire to my fuse


Slowly getting closer and closer to my body

Until it creeps inside


Exploding in a cataclysm of toxins and debris

Choking me mentally and physically


I am a slave

Holding my own chain

As I chain smoke


Seeking freedom only causes my mind to wander back to the past

Instead of thinking when I will have another cigarette


This strike isn’t so lucky

So light me on fire and suck the life out of me

While I long to be ash just like the cigarette


I was smoking when I wrote this  

© 2017 Thisismythearpy


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Added on August 6, 2017
Last Updated on August 6, 2017
Tags: depression, mental illness, mental health, sadness, cigarettes

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Thisismythearpy
Thisismythearpy

Kingston, TN



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Hello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..

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