smoke

She smoked for fun.
She smoked because she thought it's cool.
She smoked out of curiosity.
She smoked because of depression.
She smoked for nothing.
She smoked for her self-hatred.

But what did she smoke?
Was it weed?
Was it cigarette?
Was it drug?

No.
She smoked the fear of facing the world.
She smoked the life of her dying days.
She smoked her sadness and misery.
She smoked the bitter taste of fear and pain.

Out of curiosity, should she really smoke or
should she stop weeping?