cigarette

as i light a cigarette, i cant help but thinking why do i smoke? it doesnt do me any good, i know. it burns my lips, hurt my eyes, and as i inhale its dark smoke, it brings great pain to my chest and takes me to a state of my mind where loneliness and emptiness resides. as i throw its butt, sometimes i promised myself that i would never again light another stick. yet its scent haunts me. what the hell! i took out a stick and realized im already hooked.