I took one last glance at you and I knew I had to stop. I had to stop letting you think that you had some control over me and I had to stop myself from thinking that I needed you.
You were just something I looked over to when I had nothing else to do, something I needed when I was bored or when my mind was constantly blank.
You were a bad habit that I thought I couldn't live without. A bad habit that took away days even years of my life.
I should have never given you a chance, I should have never even thought that you could be of some sort of use to me.
You just empty my pockets and blacken my insides like tar. You make it harder to breathe and you lowered my judgement. You kept people from being proud of me and you were something I kept as a secret from my parents during my younger years.
You wasted 6 good years of my life and I won't let you waste anymore.
You're just a bad habit.
You're just a cigarette.