Smoke words every day.

No finishing line in sight⁣⁣I end up reaching ⁣⁣a breaking point instead⁣⁣Dim thoughts wreck ⁣⁣havoc on my paper thin skin⁣⁣Hijacked self worth and⁣⁣rainbows switching to monochrome⁣⁣⁣⁣A fight for air and ⁣⁣a fight for survival⁣⁣is happening outside⁣⁣Light has halted its shine⁣⁣The wind is empty of its answers⁣⁣while chaos walks the street⁣⁣with the ones with needs unfulfilled⁣⁣⁣⁣Truth…