Going outside

This is my last cigarette ever
Whether I like it or not
It tastes fucking revolting
burning my mouth
I was free of it all once
As free as a bird before cigs
put its chains around my feet
so I couldn't think I could cope with things
without it
but I can
and I will
I'm going to go outside
smoke the very last one
come back in
and feel relieved.
Happy can wait until the morning.

(Taken from Notebook - Tuesday 18th January)