Easy Way Out

Dear loved ones,

You couldn't have helped me, so please don't blame yourselves for my misguided soul. I have been like this since I can remember and if doctors couldn't save me there was no way you guys could have. I am broken, or was by the time you read this. I was born to die just like everyone else, I just died sooner than expected. 

Don't be sad, I am motionless six feet under, it might sound bad but it's not. The best thing about it is my feelings are no longer existent. My nerves don't work, if anything they are decaying with the rest of me. Soon I will be nothing but skin and bones just like I was when I was alive, my metaphoric state is just becoming slightly more literal. 

It was painless, no suffering, nothing as bad as breathing. The pills went down easy, I lost count after about 60 or so. It was easy every pill another reason to take my life. Every pill another reason why this was my best option. 

I love you all, and I stuck out as long as I did for you. But please understand I can't handle this internal damnation I put upon myself. Once I got sucked in there was no hope for anything else. At that point it was just the matter of how long I could last before I shattered. Don't cry, I love you. Don't miss me, just remember me. 

That is all I ask. It's okay to be mad at me, life got hard and I took the easy way out; just don't hate me too much. I am tired, the pills are kicking in. 

"Permanent solution to a temporary problem."
It was not temporary, I thought it was temporary 10 years ago. And permanent well, that's what I wanted. . .  

Yours truly, 
Brittany Grace 
A now peaceful teenager