Smoking Kills

Like a cigarette butt, I am tossed away when done. Used for one specific purpose then thrown on the ground, to be stepped on to ensure that all my light and sparks are officially out. But cigarettes come in packs, and just like each cigarette, I will be used again and again. They say smoking kills...but so do people's cruel intentions. You open your mouth but not to smoke, but rather say hurtful things because you yourself are hurting. Like a cigarette burning, people are already fragile and broken. I inhale the smoke and feel it in my veins, and you occupy my mind; the reason I am awake at night. A couple more puffs and its time to put it out. I, too, am slowly flickering to seize.