Vices vs Woes

As I inhale this poison into my lungs
some part of me dares to take another puff
Filling my lungs I then exhale
hoping that my woes will leave with it
my imperfections will vanish into the air
I flick away the ashes
like I've disregarded all, those that hurt me
I take in the poison, this time, deeper
Burning lungs struggle to exhale
but I hold it in longer
I feel the poison reach my mind
My eye glazed over
Everything seems a little brighter
Nothing else in the world matters
as I slowly float away from my problems
I exhale and fall abruptly back to the earth
I wonder which will kill me first
my vices...
or my woes.