I’ve breathed to much of the 2nd hand smoke from the world around me I’ve breathed in to poison but no not a potion that makes everything beautiful and joyful no a poison that took away my motivation takes always my hope,my smile,my laugh,my joy.

The poison I breathed in formed me the way I am I am scared,im numb,now instead of breathing in the poison I allow other things to my lungs that take away all the pain because I have nothing to lose nor gain