They said it would be easy.

That it would make everything go away.

I wanted to believe them.

So I took them.

The pills they offered me.

And they were right, for a while.

For that time everything was fine.

Everything finally went away.

Then I upped the dosage.

Then they worked too well.

Then I overdosed.

They were right.

It was easy.

It was so easy.

To take my own life.