Remembering the first time I took that white stick in my hand,
Like a drummer hold stick in a band.
I wish that day didn’t exist,
I am sorry, I couldn’t resist.
It gave sadness, emptiness and obsession,
This taught my life’s crucial lesson.
With the pack of cigarettes,
That day I still regret.
How silly I was that I used to brag,
With shallow puffs and every drag;
It soon became my need,
And I never paid my studies any heed;
I thought I am doing well,
I didn’t know I was drowning in well;
With everyday passing I smoked like chimney,
And feeling everyday like I was dreaming.
I wanted to quit.
Because I felt like shit.
But how I didn’t know,
Addiction and cravings made me frown.
I wanted to get over it,
Because I wanted to stay fit
I loved my life and that’s all I chose.
I tried to overcome the feeling of gross,
I will quit smoking that’s all I get.
No matter how much trouble I met.
After all the tension and stress I have gone through,
I am proud of myself and the person I grew.