TheVanishingPoint
Experienced
- May 20, 2025
- 234
They say those who want to die are weak.
That the suicidal run away, while they stay.
But what stays? Who stays?
Only those who never dared to look into the depths.
Those who cling to the obvious out of fear of the void.
Those who survive are not strong. They are tamed.
Their love for life is the most vulgar form of terror.
They tremble at the idea that freedom might exist without permission.
Because then their daily sacrifice, their alarms, their families, their mortgages—
become nothing.
A performance for no one.
An applause from an audience that doesn't exist.
Pro-lifers are the true deniers of life.
They speak of love, yet they tie you to a bed.
They fill you with drugs to silence your thought.
They say "tomorrow will be better", but they don't know why.
They need you to live, even when you don't want to,
because without you, their morality collapses.
The suicidal is not a biological threat.
They are an ontological threat.
They reveal that existence is not mandatory.
That one can say no.
And that's what they can't bear.
Not that you die.
But that you die with clarity, with dignity, by choice.
They don't defend life. They defend their narrative of life.
Because if your freedom negates theirs, then all they've built
– family, faith, meaning, nation –
disintegrates into dust.
Your death also liberates them,
and that freedom terrifies them.
We do not seek pain.
We do not chase tragedy.
We unmask the idiocy of "forever,"
the blackmail of "you must endure,"
the tyranny of "everything will be fine."
The truth is simple.
Living is not a duty.
Suffering is not an honor.
Exiting is not a crime.
When they say "we'll save you",
they mean: "we'll drag you back into the pen."
We don't want to be saved.
We want to vanish with awareness.
Like those who understand the house is on fire
and have stopped pretending it's a party.
That the suicidal run away, while they stay.
But what stays? Who stays?
Only those who never dared to look into the depths.
Those who cling to the obvious out of fear of the void.
Those who survive are not strong. They are tamed.
Their love for life is the most vulgar form of terror.
They tremble at the idea that freedom might exist without permission.
Because then their daily sacrifice, their alarms, their families, their mortgages—
become nothing.
A performance for no one.
An applause from an audience that doesn't exist.
Pro-lifers are the true deniers of life.
They speak of love, yet they tie you to a bed.
They fill you with drugs to silence your thought.
They say "tomorrow will be better", but they don't know why.
They need you to live, even when you don't want to,
because without you, their morality collapses.
The suicidal is not a biological threat.
They are an ontological threat.
They reveal that existence is not mandatory.
That one can say no.
And that's what they can't bear.
Not that you die.
But that you die with clarity, with dignity, by choice.
They don't defend life. They defend their narrative of life.
Because if your freedom negates theirs, then all they've built
– family, faith, meaning, nation –
disintegrates into dust.
Your death also liberates them,
and that freedom terrifies them.
We do not seek pain.
We do not chase tragedy.
We unmask the idiocy of "forever,"
the blackmail of "you must endure,"
the tyranny of "everything will be fine."
The truth is simple.
Living is not a duty.
Suffering is not an honor.
Exiting is not a crime.
When they say "we'll save you",
they mean: "we'll drag you back into the pen."
We don't want to be saved.
We want to vanish with awareness.
Like those who understand the house is on fire
and have stopped pretending it's a party.
