0bstint

I was young, and I was lost, and I was full of determination to not terminate, no matter the cost, to not delay, spectate at what life had lying in wait.Will it still be there in the morning? Too many cells to be nothing, too few to tell me what to do. Bloody clots and sharps and stops and nothing in this world could make a bloody difference.And nothing I could do could be enough.We are all grieving, and maybe it is better that you never saw this dark day of drifting despair, though I know you could hear.You heard me and my voice and the accompanying choice. You heard me deliberate. My breath caught - as you wait: you heard me terminate.