Smoking cigarettes seems bad

Yet I find myself holding my breath

Pretending suffocating myself with a rope

Is not equally damaging

All I ever think about is my sickness

Go an hour, or two, a day without food

Tapping out morse code begging for salvation

I don’t even know morse

I never knew why I was so weak

But I find you telling me helps

If love is warmth

And warmth is zero

Then why am I so fucking cold

Taking the cigarette at least it’s not the rope

You disagree

This cigarette stains my skin

It was never for me to breathe

But to bleed