How could you?

“How would you?”

I would lie down on my bed, the bottle of antidepressants resting solemnly in my palm. I would reflect on every decision I made in my life, as far as I could remember. I would reflect on all of my mistakes; all of my fatal flaws. I would literally watch my entire life flash before my eyes.

“Sparks” by Coldplay would softly play through my speakers, creating a background noise. Otherwise, dead silence. I would leave notes, one to each of my friends. One to each of those who helped me. One to those I loved.

I would take one pill; one small pill and swish it down with a glass of water. Then I would swallow another, and another, and another, and I would keep swallowing them until I would drift off into an endless sleep.

I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t scream in anger; in agony; in despair. I would be satisfied, I would be reaching my dream. My one dream that is dancing right in front of my digits, not too far away, but not close enough to touch. I would accept it and smile.

“How would you?”

“How could you?”