#quitting
My wrists are my real friends
My head is my real enemy
Well, I don't mind it much anyway
I write poetry, cut myself, then delete the poem
I'm an open book,
But some pages still stick together
Nobody will know me for good, for good
Now I have another secret to keep
Rather than that big one, its splintered
I met this guy recently,
I think he likes me in that way
He glares at my arms,
Asks me, "Why do you do that?
I just thought you were better than that."
I **** up my own body
For what ******* reason
I think that one year from now,
I'll have more than ever
Since every time I try and quit
I always have an urge
I've never learned how to deal with them
Every therapist I've been to doesn't understand
I will be this way until I'm broken in ways
I will never recover from.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
I wish: to shove it down
I wish: to run around
I wish: to see the fireworks
And to not drown out the sound.
I wish: that I could speak
I wish: I could be sweet
I wish: I wasn’t down here now
And that my mouth and wrists don’t leak
I wish: my blood stayed in my body
I wish: I couldn’t do my hobby
I wish: that somebody would see me here
And know inside I’m never sorry
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
I’ve never had the thought
“I should probably stop it now”
Since the feeling that persists
Has always been around
I’ve never had the need
To ever try to resist
But as the fellows on my sides
Give deepened lunging strides
I tell myself tonight
I should probably stop tomorrow
Yes, surly tomorrow I make it right
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
my boss asked me
to have a coffee chat
with the new girl.
talked about goals,
progression,
settling in —
it was the kind
that made me proud
for having
such a great team.
two hours later,
she quit.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
I watched the control slowly slip out of my grip,
Life slip out of my hands.
I could feel the weight of overthinking while trying to quit.
Stay clean.
But self harm gave me control,
So what is it really?
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
One more pack to remind me
Just how bad you are
High prices, nicotine, tar
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC
I learned lessons that I hated.
I thought thoughts I didn’t want to repent for.
I cried over molehills I turned into mountains.
I was accused of things that weren’t my fault.
I loathe coming to this place of Hell everyday.
Dealing with strangers and their attitudes.
I don’t want to smile in their faces for another day.
I kick myself for accepting this job offer.
I
have
had
enough.
All of this for a job?
For a place that would replace me like ***** underwear?
For a place where I’m merely a number?
No, not a worker.
What loyalty do I owe to them?
I ain’t happy.
It’s been that way for a while.
They know I ain’t happy.
So what if I choose to leave?
I’ll be doing myself a much needed favor.
Let me slap down this edited two weeks notice on my manager’s desk.
And tell her I’ll never come back again.
I’ll happily do an exit interview and finally say my burning words of fury.
What I gotta lose then?
I gotta go and I’m **** happy.
Keep this job and work it yourself to see how I feel.
I’ll be just fine in my new place of employment.
I may not have been the best worker,
But don’t say I wasn’t a good one.
I dealt with more and I’m not even in your position.
Don’t be shocked.
You know good and well this day was coming.
Have fun!
© 2021 Mia J
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
There once was a gal from Quebec
Whose boss was a pain in the neck:
She told him, "I quit
'Cuz I'm sicka yer ****
And her boss, he "misplaced" her last check.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
I know when to be persistent,
I know when to stop trying.
I'll quit my ********
Stop my "crying."
:)
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 10:57 PM UTC
I tried
I'm spent
I give up
I relent
I quit
I'll just stop
I can't stand
I just flop
I'm broke
I'm a mess
I've no *****
I regress
I've failed
I won't fight
I'm lost
I can't write
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
You're a demise.
You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much.
I don't love you,
As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you,
but I need you.
That's right. I need you.
I'm a coward without you. I depend on you.
One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒
𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎
𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃
𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁
𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝑒
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Inhaling less than swallowing, the smoke
Is churning in guts turned over frail lungs.
There is a taste of parties that evoke
Loitering and after *** chill sessions.
It's all just floating in the space between
Pulsing diaphragms and small intestines.
Hitting tobacco from the **** to ween
One from cigarettes is like invest'n
In a slower death. One accidental
Flex of the throat and feel the backward blows
Of a thousand dead leaves instrumental
In slacking muscles blocking acid flows.
Some tums might help, throwing up, or quitting.
Nah! I'll **** lemons and keep on spitting.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
Maybe there's a Heaven up above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to long for somebody who outgrew you
And it's not my cries that you hear at night
You’re not somebody who's seen the light
I’m cold and I am broken But I love you
There was never a time when you’d let me know
What's really going on below
You never wanted to share that with me, did you?
And remember how I moved under you
The way your tongue was moving too
And every breath I drew was Because I love you
They say to love is to feel pain
I didn’t even know the shame
I was blinded by love, the first moment I saw you
There's a blaze of light in all my words
But It never mattered that you heard
My shattered and my broken words, I love you
I did my best, it wasn't enough
You couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I never tried to fool you
And even though it at times seem wrong
I still stand before you naked and alone
With nothing on my tongue but that I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
I'm happy to say that I quit smoking half a year ago.
It's been six months today since I last smoked tobacco.
When I was presented with the opportunity to quit, I decided to reach out and grab it.
All that I needed was some nicotine patches and faith in God to be able to kick the habit.
I quit smoking even though it's not an easy thing to do.
If you're a smoker who wants to quit, I believe in you.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
When I feel like quitting
I tell myself, "Take just one more step."
Then I do it.
And then again
When I feel like quitting
I tell myself, "And then take another
"Just one more step."
Then I do it again.
And again when I feel like quitting
I say, "Self, take another,
"Just one more step."
Then I do it again and again.
I keep talking to myself
And I keep going
Again and again and again.
Until there is just one more step to take
And then I say,
"Self you can do it. Take Just one more step!"
As I step into my, "I did it!"
I celebrate and celebrate
All the while
My mind is thinking
"Self, What is next? Let's do it again!"
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC
I've been smoke free two months today.
I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay.
Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do.
Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
I ******* hate
That I have to quit smoking.
I'm not a quitter.
Smoking fills the gaps in time
Between teenage self-awareness and
And sleep of any kind.
I crave to feel the smoke inside
Slowly eating at my pride.
I don’t want to live as long as you
And watch the world divide.
It’s what I do when you are mad
It’s what I do to **** the pain
At least when my hands are doing this
I forget your cold disdain.
At this point, it’s pure economics.
I don’t want to stop
I love the power of choice, even if that choice
Is poor.
But you can’t pull your weight without me,
So smoking, nevermore.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
I feel a burning in my chest
as I inhale the carbon monoxide
Romanticizing smoking
is ******* overdone
But I'm guilty of it
So I'm quitting
Monday
I have 4 cigarettes
to get me through tomorrow
and then I'm done
Or, at least I hope I'm done
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
If it kills you, it kills you. Something someday definitely will. But until it does, until it gets so hard that breathing in and out seems impossible, that the thought of waking up keeps you from sleeping at night, that the thought of not being able to sleep another night gets so heavy that you'd rather drown yourself than try to swim across the **** ocean that everyone else is swimming in, maybe a little closer to the shore, maybe a little further to the other side, you better live and make sure that it's worth the death that you've been dreading for so long!
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
EXPECTATIONS, what are expectations?
It was a 12-letter word that I’ve set as a standard
Where anything way below, acceptance is just too hard
It was the moment I kept myself away from freedom,
Freedom of doing what I want to do
Freedom of not having fun to what I love.
Am I still the person who is willing to win this battle?
Now that I think of it,
Your opinion affects my system as it greatly matters.
I lose self-reliance because our belief prominently differs
Your words direct my capacity into incapability
I lost myself,
I lost my long-term built confidence, just so yours be followed.
I believed I never made the right choice,
The moment your opinion kept the majority’s mind closed.
I was never person I ought to be.
I was blinded by the pressure you form inside me
Letting me consider I wasn’t doing enough,
Luring me into what our society want,
Persuading me that in all things that I do, I can’t.
No, I am not a loser but. . .
I’m tired.
Set by high expectations
Labelled by your opinions
and
Filled by Pressure
Can I survive this battle?
These three just consumed my positivity.
All I have wasn’t enough,
my fighting spirit reached its limit,
I think I’ll be losing the battle.
I think I need to quit.
I quit.
I quit reaching your expectations
I quit on becoming a puppet of your opinion
I quit being a slave of pressure.
I’ll quit just so I could win this battle.
I’ll stand on my own standards and expectations
I’ll do what I think is best for me even though failure would arrive and teach me a lesson
Societal standards are up but I’ll set my own
I’ll be the queen of my freedom, where positivity overflows and life continuously goes on
Your opinion may somewhat matter
But you can’t have the compass to my journey of becoming stronger
I’ll be learning to eliminate
Just for my self-choices could dominate
I’ll turn pressure into power,
Power to survive, power to become better
I will win this battle.
No more expectations,
No insignificant opinion
No more peer-pressure to stop this motion.
No more stops just rest.
Victory is in me, all I have was the best.
I am a quitter on quitting.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Nothing I do matters
I toil and toil away
But nothing I do matters
I am forever replaceable
Forever flawed
Forever scrutinized by society
I melt, fill a different mold
Yet the scrutiny continues
I melt again
Scrutiny persists
How many more times should I melt?
Fill a different mold
Before I surrender
To the unforgiving scrutiny?
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC