There's a lot of hypocrisy in how people talk about suicide. Society punishes failure, isolates people who are struggling, calls them lazy, selfish, weak and then when those same people die, suddenly it's "tragic" and "unimaginable." But it was imaginable. It was obvious. People just didn't want to look while it was happening.
They want you to be alive, but only if you're functioning. If you're not producing, not smiling, not "trying harder," then yeah—there's this unspoken judgment that maybe you don't deserve space. It's not said out loud, but it's felt. Every time someone sighs at you. Every time someone says "get over it" instead of "are you okay?"
So when someone finally checks out, they get the tears they never got in life. That's the real tragedy. Not the death itself—but how predictable and preventable it was, and how quickly people rewrite the story to make themselves feel better.
And yeah—sometimes suicide is the result of failure. But not personal failure. Systemic failure. Familial failure. Compassion failure.
No one chooses to suffer like that.
They just run out of road.