Choking Me Out!
When the shit hits the fan
and I'm riddled with doubt
Smoking eases the stress
but it's choking me out!
It's like being an abuse victim
You don't think they're that bad
and you act like everything's okay
But inside you're just sad!
It never made me look cool!
I don't know why I ever thought it would
I need to slay this beast
I really wish that I could
I feel like I'm trapped in a shed
and beaten like a slave
With my heart here in reality
and one foot in the grave!
Its stopping me from bringing true
my American Dream!
When all my loved ones are forced to look at me through a poison smokescreen
Noxious obnoxious clouds
follow me around
and I smell like an ashtray
that been knocked to the ground!
I run out of breath in a matter of seconds
choking and gasping for air!
I want them out of my life
before I'm damaged beyond repair!
And if I don't have one it runs through my thoughts
like a rampaging boar!
It's my damning constant
fiending till I get one more!
I get confused and stressed out or just plain mean
I want to scream, and to be free and unoppressed by nicotine
I'm fed up with buying them
sick and tired of being sick
Someone please help me!
I'm looking to quit!
By LukeCoomer ©
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Yes I can tell you was going thro a struggle too. I had to explain what my poem was about to my boyfriend because he didn't recognize the metaphor I was going with. I told him it was almost like an infomercial about stop smoking lol like the cigarette was the one talking.
Well it was awesome and it inspired me to re edit and update this one and I've been reworking the picture since I've read yours ... if you want to check back later you can see the differences
-luke-
Ok yes a sure will. Just I guess write me when you get done with it.
Done! Thank you
Its good I like it.