Untraditional Suicide

Suicide is not always tying a noose, downing the pills, or slitting your wrist.

Suicide is not always pulling the trigger, taking the leap, or drinking until you can’t think anymore.

Sometimes suicide is loving them, even if it’s killing you.

Sometimes suicide is working those extra hours every week, even if you’re too tired to move night after night.

Sometimes suicide is fast, snuffing a light in an instant.

But sometimes, most times, suicide is slow, lingering behind every touch, smile, or joke. It is buried under the pile of paperwork, books, and unfinished letters. It is a darkness that grows worse each and every day.

But most of the time...suicide is giving so much of yourself to others, piece after piece, to rebuild them, that eventually...there’s nothing left of yourself.

And that is the most painful suicide known to man, watching as others grow, but seeing yourself shrink into nothingness.