Invisible Smoke

Once I get closer,
the more it pushes me away.
Once I get happier,
people will ruin it in any way.

Shackles lie in my hands,
getting tighter whilst I search what to stroke.
I can't even breathe for one second,
realizing I inhaled the invisible smoke.

No visible phases,
but it can tear me into pieces.
Innocently roaming in my chest
Invisible yet can decimate me to the very least.

People can't see it nor hear,
but... I'm the one who can solely feel.
Anybody can say or throw anything,
but only if they're interested enough 'bout my suffering.

It gets heavier and makes me blind,
and I assume everything will be fine.
But it's starting a massacre inside,
this invisible smoke has found a place in me to hide.