They say it's out of curiosity
Or promoting toxic masculinity
But soon it becomes a habit.
They say once you start
You can't stop
And that sounds depressing.
They say it helps them
Get lost into a world of euphoria
When life feels rough.
Some may even abuse
To celebrate a cause
With their fellows.
But little do they care
Of the lives they ruin,
Their own lives being the first.
They poison their lungs
They think it's cool
But it's,truth to be told,
Disgusting.
Smoke and depression,
Helping your friend with the lighter,
Does that help make anything better?
Oh what a world would it be
If these people took responsibilities
Of themselves,
If they didn't ignore the mass of flesh and bones in the mirror
If they saw the soul in it
And thought of it once
Oh what a strangely beautiful world would that be.
Only if we could give up forcing dopamine
If for once we could accept our fate
And want to sit with ourselves
And clean our bleeding wounds slowly
But the people who give up their lives
To this habit,
Are the same ones enslaved by the lack of light
In areas within their minds.
But sad truth, you cannot change everyone.
You have to leave them where they are, sometimes.
That's because maybe it's not in your power or purpose
To save them.
But these very people are the ones
That should not be sympathised for
Because they chose their reality
Of abusing their own organs
For being so cruel to their own selves.
Thinking it's cool.
When it is not.
