I want to quit but don’t know how.
Fear flows from my head to heart to paper.
I never asked for this pain,
but I did the right thing;
Now I’m stuck like the tar baby.
I weep and moan, but no one hears-
not even my dogs, because I won’t let them.
I can’t let anyone see the real me.
There’s only one who would help, but he won’t.
Just one more day-everyone remarks.
What if that one more day is my last day?