Smoke

I'm living off of cigarette smoke and pretty thoughts dancing around my head
Sitting on the pavement
Staring at the nearing evening sky
Wishing I didn't feel dead inside
Trees so green
And water so blue
Wondering what my purpose is
Sitting here with a hole through my soul
How do you accept
And get over
Things that hurt the most
Sky getting darker
Clouds forming
Storm starting
Rain pouring
Life ending
Maybe we're all supposed to die
The world goes on
Even if one life stops