I Need A Light.

Get me a cigarette, my light is ready. I want to inhale the smoldering tobacco something that would relieve me of the stresses of life, more over love. It's not about killing myself, it's about killing the pain. The pain of uncertainty and of my certain and bold actions. I wished I never looked back, she dared not to. I feel embarrassed another yet of my one sided love stories.
Why can't they see past what I look, but more of who I really am. I thought I had seen someone who'd do this, but in the end, it's just me.
Sad. Cruel. World.
I think it's not a cigar that can make me happy, but a joint of spliff and a bottle of goose.