Depressed Cigarette

I am a Marlboro Cigarette living in my home with a red roof. I am white with ginger hair and I have a name tag around my neck. I am sad when I get burned  and grow smaller. It’s hard to breathe for me because there is so much smoke in the air. I’m not just sad for me, but for the environment when I pollute the air or am discarded onto the ground and forgotten. It’s so depressing to be me, I wish people just left me alone in my home. I don’t know what I want, because I want to exist but I would prefer staying at home in my package with my fellow cigarettes.