There was poem somewhere on LiveJournal I hacked it to suit my own needs.
I crushed my cigarette out forlornly
and was taunted by the still-smoking butt,
and realized through a haze of snot and emo tears
that it was indicative of the snuffed-out dreams
of my wounded inner child
and unspoken fears
and hence i quit
to rejuvenate, to recuperate
to heal all the wounds
and to allay all those fears
at least, those still i could.