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Viseract Jan 2016
There was no goodbye,
No farewell
Just a demon and his demons
At the gates to hell

Didn't know how,
Didn't have a clue
How I'd ended up here
Or what I was to do

I swore I'd protect you,
That I'd try and sort it out
And when I went with my instincts,
I didn't see any doubt

I did what I had to do,
Everybody has a limit
I was standing on the edge,
And ya almost pushed me in it

So I quit

You can call me a quitter,
Though not for one second, did I ever lose hope
That you'd pull yourself clear,
Holding onto, that escape rope

I'm happy that you've come so far,
That you're almost fully fixed
Check back down the assembly line
And I realize I am next

Thank God for it,
Don't know how much longer I can go
Before I finally reach salvation
And simply utter "no".

There was no goodbye,
No farewell
Just a broken man with hopes and dreams
At the gates to hell

You can call me a quitter,
Though not for one second, did I ever lose hope
That you'd pull yourself clear,
Holding onto, that escape rope

You can call me a quitter,
Though not for one second, did I ever lose hope
That you'd pull yourself clear,
Holding onto, that escape rope

I need no goodbye,
Or farewell
Soon I'll be an angel
And fly away from the gates to hell
This one is for you, Aysha. Just to explain in a more poetic way what it's like at my end of things. I'd like to know what it's like for you, too.
Devon Litster Dec 2015
You know that smoking kills you
and still you let it.
When I kiss you I can taste the smoke
and it sinks into my skin.
I know that I'll regret it when you kiss me
and still I let you.
You're trying to quit because you've become addicted.
I know the feeling because I'm trying to quit too.
Connor Exodus Dec 2015
You're never
Gonna' quit
It. We're fast
And illegal in
Suburbia and
You say you're
Gonna quit it
But we can't
Just yet in a
Birth so quick
And shy of
Hate with
Extensive roots
And long
Black pride
That shatters
Every swam
Of doubt;
It's almost
Six, the sun
Will knight
A worthy
Soul with
No teeth
And no
Pride. As
We all lie
Aching and
Bleeding,
We beg for
Assignment
of the
Title.
Open to interpretation.
Hailey Oct 2015
I hold on tight
but you push me away.
     You want me to leave
but I choose to stay.
     I want to fight through this
but you think we should quit.
     You want to give up
for a wall we have hit.
     You're no longer the one
that makes me smile.
     You'll forget who I am
in just a short while
Katie Ann Oct 2015
I can't quit loving people,
Who don't love me back.
I've never been one to give up,
But maybe this time I should.
Thomas EG Oct 2015
I am two years clean today
Two years sober, if you may
I don't understand how I got to this point
I don't want to quit, nor disappoint

I once dreamt of getting to seven
Or else failing and going to Heaven
Instead, I got to 3-6-5
Twice and I am still alive

Alas, I do admit that I miss it
And I do still wish to inflict it
Upon myself, upon my body
Yet I have no new scars upon me

I have achieved something great
It is something to celebrate
And I have been torn many times
But never in vertical lines
It's not my best, but I wanted to write something to mark this accomplishment.
Remembering June Oct 2015
My name is Jaclyn,
and I have a drinking problem.
I am trying to find the courage,
to ask you to love me anyways.

My mom used to say,
Don't you dare put someone
through what you did to us.
You are not a good person
when you're drunk.

Yeah, I'll quit drinking..
Next weekend.
I swear, This is the last time.
But I'm sure you've heard that line.
I've worn out the meaning,
in the knees of my jeans.
Dry heaving.

She brings me a glass of water,
and all I gave her was a *******,
and a *******.
I just wanted to have fun.
At the expense of my love.

Here is my word:
I will never make
you be the girlfriend,
of a dead girlfriend.
Because we got too many
dead friends already.

This is my getting sober poem.
This is my "not passing out
in a parking lot" poem.
This is my "You gotta die
from something, but it will
not be an overdose" poem.

Please.

This is my,
"Please Love Me Through This"
poem.
kanma Oduwegwu Sep 2015
For some reasons
It seemed so right
To move out of life
renting a space in hell
awaiting my death

This became my fate
On that painful Friday
as I ran through hate
Punching my face on glass
With eyes open and sore
I chose death to life
When I said those words
     "I QUIT"
that will hunt me for life
as I retell I sigh
remincing my rash induced pain
Swallowing spittle to give gain
Holding on to withdrawn hands
Screaming in my dreams
As I cuss loudly
Bemoaning my fate
When I chose the path
Not carved by God
as he clearly told me....as I moved far away
"My daughter please stop"
Repent and return
as hell is in front
and regrets pursue you

I turned and sought
those arms I love
rewriting my words
Hoping for good...
But changes will be as I still remember
My five insane minutes of hell!!!
I question whether to hold you within or to let you go.
I stare at the life holding on to the nothingness,
Thinking I haven't done anything but held on to the emptiness,
Oh life, how do I let you pass me by everyday?
Oh life, how have I let you become so stagnant?
Trying to find the corners of the emptiness
I forgot how to look at you.  

I know my priorities but not how I want to work for them,
I know what my goal should be but desert is all I see,
Mirages of the could've been and what ifs.
Emptiness, Why did I let you in? Why can't I let you out?
Emptiness, you are strong, though you make me weak.
You make me question my existence,
You make me believe my demons.

I wish I knew how to quit you,
But you are my companion,
The one that never leaves.
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