Nicotine suicide.
I am slowly commiting suicide,
rather today than tomorrow.
I am slowly killing myself,
looking to end my sorrow.
When my lungs fill with smoke,
I am slowly killing myself.
Hoping it will make me choke,
longing for a horrorible end.
I am slowly dying because of my addiction.
I know this poem is no fiction.
The nicotine is becoming my air.
And I do not seem to care.
I am signing my own sentence,
and I will not, do not care.
My lungs are filling with smoke,
Nicotine becomes my air.
rather today than tomorrow.
I am slowly killing myself,
looking to end my sorrow.
When my lungs fill with smoke,
I am slowly killing myself.
Hoping it will make me choke,
longing for a horrorible end.
I am slowly dying because of my addiction.
I know this poem is no fiction.
The nicotine is becoming my air.
And I do not seem to care.
I am signing my own sentence,
and I will not, do not care.
My lungs are filling with smoke,
Nicotine becomes my air.
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| Auteur: Skydancer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 november 2007 | ||
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