the cigarettes are pretending to be my friends but they just want to kill me

my addictions seem so innocent, but they are bad and they are evil, they kill me and distort my reality, it’s a pleasure what i’m feeling now but i know it’s a burden too heavy for me to carry, i know that it will take my life away and i’ll stay frozen in a memory, a memory from the past, when these addictions could rest on their own places, a time when my suffering was bearable and my thoughts could never escape from me, but now when i look in the mirror the only thing that draws my attention is my reflection asking me if i’m okay and i don’t know how to answer ’cause there’s too many feelings interrupting my voice, my mind is too crowded, i don’t know how to get out.

Like what you read? Give Jangola a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.