Haven't you lost enough yet?

Haven't you lost enough yet? your teeth are fake, your nails are stained yet you suffer another day. your walls are yellow, you smell like smoke. the life you live is a horrible joke. your addiction is a demon that won't set you free, your skin is wrinkled and riddled with disease. you cough and you gag and you say my bad and go on to speak of the horrible day you had. was that cigarette worth your beautiful face? or the voice you used on sunday to sing amazing grace? Your addicted to the nicotine wanting it to last but haven't you lost enought yet? you've lost a kidney and a lung, but to you smoking still somehow seems fun. was it worth the streaks of depression, the mood swings, or the loss of friends? do you miss those days when you were able to walk without oxygen? do you miss those days when you weren't confined to a wheelchair? so i ask you again was it worth it? children think of this when you take a drag from your first cigarette and let it be your last.