Why am I so selfish?
I should think more of her.
But instead of seeing what could be
I’m being so immature.
I know she’s truly suffering.
That should be my main concern.
Yet all I seem to think about is…
”Will she ever learn? ”
Her lungs are black as tar.
She needs help just to breathe.
Hearing that she’ll smoke again
makes me simply seethe.
She knows what she is doing.
She’s not a little child.
I thought that only young people
did stuff that’s dumb and wild.
Don’t set aside the oxygen
so you can have a smoke.
You’re dying right in front of me.
This pain is not a joke.
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