I want to start by saying that no, it was not your fault.
This is not the cause of you.
This is not the cause of some bully.
This is the cause of me, my choice.
You are not chugging these pills.
No one shoved them down my throat.
I took each one willingly.
One at a time.
So no, it is not your fault, and I stress that first because I know you, I know you're well intentioned but self-centered, so naturally, your first thought will be an indirectly selfish one.
The next thing I want to say...
Well I don't want to say it at all,
The next why, is a series of words retelling the past, a story, a true story, the true reason why.
So sit back, dear one, you are in for quite the telling, I hope you're ready to remember, for I, these memories have clung to my brain and have not left me since the day they made themselves.
YOU ARE READING
This is Why
General FictionI never promised I wouldn't die. I never promised I wouldn't cause my death. But I promised if I did, I'd tell you why. So don't say you didn't know, Don't cry, "If only we had known! We could've helped her, if only we'd known!" To all my family and...
