Does the Colour Red Scare You
They called me diseased.
Mentally ill.
…Is it really that horrifying to “cope” this way?
When is reality it’s no worse than smoking or drinking
With those addictions you can’t see the physical damage inflicted
It’s all internal.
So why is this worse?
Worse than the burning of liquor as it rushes down your throat to contaminate
Your mind and smother unwanted thoughts,
Worse than the melting of your lungs with each drag
From that so loved ciggarette that you just can’t seem to escape
Even though it’s breaking you from the inside out..
So why is this fixation so looked down upon?
I don’t understand!!
Why is this any worse than being an alcoholic or being addicted to drugs?
All these cravings damage you physically!
Is it because the resulting affliction can be seen?
the external wreckage that’s coloured crimson
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