Hesitation Poem by Slinghott Obrien

I stare at the blade with hatred, thoughts go whirling around my head
What was it that has led me to this moment, to be able to take my life without a seconds hesitation, to slip into nothingness, to allow the black that had plagued my life for so, long to finally dominate?
Had it been the sheer hatred of the life I had been forced to live?
I didn't know but I knew it had to end.
Would anyone even notice?
Doubtful!
I poise the blade to my wrist, Hesitation such a curious thing.
If i was going to die, why wait, why not now?
I tare the blade across my flawless skin, I'm Bleeding, I'm pouring...
Crimson Freedom, I know I will be free....
I pray I am to lost to be saved nor found, Am I to lost?
I am holding my last breath deep inside my cage, all my thoughts of you sweet ruptured light, it all ends here tonight.