Uncertainty

Our inner beings are trapped

inside our rib cages,

unable to get out unless we let them to

but then, we aren't quite sure if we 

want them out because 

we are afraid of risks and

we are afraid to try.

Maybe that's why we feel this

knocking pain in our head down to our rib cages

because our souls have made our

entire body their asylum, making us look

lifeless on the outside and sicker on the inside.
That's the pretty-ugly explanation
of our lives. Risks scare us but
not the things that are
going to be our worst regrets
in the end.

Like a pack of cigarettes,

we are addicted to the 

first inhale, like we are addicted to
the pain it gives us,
leaving us hooked to it

and not knowing that it's killing

every inch of us slowly.

It's like feeding ourselves with every inhale

and killing our inner beings at the same time.

Thinking it won't harm us,

our uncertainty has risen up, making us 

think it's nothing but a stick

we use to feed our souls.

We are able to

see the good in it in our inhales,

craving for it by the minute and craving

for air at the same time.

We do it all over again thinking 

it's gonna be fine but
it's a dirty, dirty liar.