cigarettes and more

.Another drink, another drag, another hit. Again and again and again. Nobody here to stop me now. the thoughts mumble and drag through my head. it is almost as if some one else placed them there. But what do I care its better this way. i am aware that there is an outside world around me but I don't care this is ware i am free. the days, weeks drag on, but for me its j!ust another bottle, anotr pack, another gram.