Quitting IS an Option

I lay on the ground, pained and sore,
It can end if I wish, if I walk out the door.
He dictates and I do, my pain is self done,
Yet I wouldn’t try to escape, even if I could run.
They lean over and say “you can quit if you want,”
But they know that I won’t, for my memories will haunt.
I live and I die under the shadow of a choice,
I’m bound to the code of the word of my voice.
It’s an option to quit, it’s an option to stop,
It’s the choice not to that leads to the top.