i always knew how and when it was going to happen.
i was going to my favorite park.
june 8, 2020
it was the day before my birthday. i've always hated my birthday.
i brought a whole bottle of 60g prozac, and 53g of concerta.
a knife too.
i brought the letter i have had for years to the kitchen counter. my parents aren't home yet.
i walk to the park, go to the bench up in the hills, and take the first pill. the rest goes faster.
one
two
three
just like that i'm gone.
nothing happens.
no warm light.
no rebirth.
i'm just dead.
ps. if your reading this just know i love you and you will get through this <3
