The Unseen Execution
They say suicide is a choice. A single decision, made in a moment. But what if itâs not? What if itâs the slow, crushing inevitability that follows you in the quiet hours, when the light seems too much to bear?
They donât tell you how it feels when every second drips like poison into your veins, when the weight of being alive is too much to carry, when your body feels like a prison and your thoughts like the bars. They donât tell you that.
Do you want to know the truth? Itâs not about wanting to die. Itâs about wanting the pain to end. Itâs about waking up every morning and feeling the suffocating silence inside you, and wishing you could tear it out. But you canât.
Itâs not a joke. Itâs not dramatic. Itâs the hollow ache of a mind thatâs been hollowed out so long it doesnât remember what itâs like to feel whole.
They say "reach out"â but what do you say when the words are dead in your throat? When youâve screamed for help so many times, your voice has withered into nothing? When the world tells you to fight, but fighting is like beating your head against a wall thatâs never going to crack? So you stop fighting. You stop screaming. You stop hoping.
You let the dark swallow you, because it feels more like home than anything else ever has.
They think itâs weakness. They donât know the exhaustion it takes to pretend youâre not already gone. To wear the mask thatâs too tight, that makes your face ache with the weight of your own lies. They think itâs attention-seeking. They think itâs a cry for help. But they donât understand. They never will.
And then, the silence. The nothing. The release.
You donât scream, because youâve already screamed and no one heard you. So you vanish. You slip into nothing, like a shadow that was never really there. And maybe, just maybe, someone will find your absence so sickening, theyâll feel it. Just for a second. Like a cold, twisted dream. A nightmare they canât shake.
But thatâs the trick, isnât it? Thatâs the cruelty. They wonât remember. They wonât remember you. Theyâll forget your name before your body even cools. Youâll be nothing to themâ just another casualty in the ugly game of life.
And in that nothingness, youâll find peace. Not the peace you were promised, but the silence that screams the truth louder than anything else ever could.
