Another Regret

She often smokes to avoid worse habits, but it doesn't help much. Her life goes down a spiral but she'll never admit it to anyone, time and time again she sees what she's done then regrets it, but can't stop to do it again. Life has had a bad toll with her world, but who can give her the life she deserves.

She sees how the smoke drifts through the air and wishes her life, her heart, her world could float away too. Perhaps to another world, to another place were nothing could hurt her were everything was perfect.

She didn't want to come out tonight.

She has been here for hours now. No one comes to get her, maybe tonight she can just go to her lonely apartment and try to sleep. But no she knows better, because she needs the money, even if it means to wake with another regret she'll have to make again tomorrow.

* I wrote this in like a minute, so I know its not that good but just decided to post it. *