Smoke

"why?"
The word I get asked everyday.
Wishing the pain would disappear,
Doing what everyone else fears.
Its takes the edge off.
Yet my skin looks soft.
I refuse,
I won't blow my fuse.
Maybe I'll add some booze.
I have nothing to lose.
Because I smoke,
People think I'm a joke.
If I stop,
I may just drop.
The scars say it all,
Never did I fall.
I drink to feel numb,
Only for the fun.
Only for it to never end...
It will be my only friend....