IT IS OVER, I QUIT.
I quit wearing this mask,
A mask of a shadow in a walking stance.
I wake to wear life like an ill-fitted cloak.
This pretense of survival is suffocating me,
So,
I quit.
Don’t ask me to hold the line any longer,
Here is the towel in my trembling hand.
I quit the weight of empty friendships,
Friendships that bring loneliness.
I quit grinding my bones into dust.
I quit inhaling exhaustion,
Smoking my soul into despair.
It’s over.
I walk away from longing unreturned,
From attraction met with disdain.
From your embrace of loneliness,
I will not step inside.
I quit deceiving myself with dreams
Dreams of “maybe.”
I quit climbing the tree of futility,
This tree of futility where its fruits are out of reach,
This tree where its branches crush my dreams.
I quit drinking the bitter dregs of despair,
Waking each dawn to a darker night.
I quit inhaling this smoke.
I quit searching for warmth in indifferent hearts.
I thought life would be a bed of roses,
But the thorns tore my skin.
I found myself drowning in the cup of my tears.
You know what?
I quit.
I quit viewing this mirror of lies,
This mirror that whisper “I’m less”
I won’t break myself into shreds
To atone for sins I never committed
Or even the ones I’ve committed.
I quit living for you. It’s for me now.
This towel I throw is soaked in regret.
Let it fall.
Let me fall.
As I quit.
No more tears shed in the dark.
No more beating this weary heart.
I quit carrying this ghost
The ghost that whispers defeat.
I will go.
Find myself among flowers,
Among trees that stand tall without permission.
I will offer myself the kindness,
The kindness the world refused to give.
I quit this dance with procrastination,
A thief that stole my tomorrows.
I quit crying for those who never turned back.
I’ve learned the only thing I have is me.
This relationship, this charade, this ache
It is over.
You cannot stop me.
It is over. I quit.
Beautiful