i had a thought

that those who’ve chosen

to stop the blood flowing through their veins and arteries

to breathe without their lungs feeling like they’re crushed

to ease their pain aching in their bones

had been trying their best, trying their hardest for the longest time

to be okay,

to be enough,

to be their truest selves.

yet, the world had been so unkind

till their last seconds,

that they let go of any hope they had left

that they begin to wonder if anyone had ever noticed

that they wanted the hurting to stop

that they were so tired, too tired to keep going

and above all,

nobody seemed to know, to care enough

nothing seemed to spark joy anymore

none of their efforts seemed to matter

no growth seemed to have taken place

so much so that they left to seek rest, because.