Your brain hurts. You don’t want to die, you want to end the pain. It’s intense. It’s unbearable and you think the world would be better off without you.
My son who died by suicide wrote this.
“It’s the worst when you immerse into solitude
Your shadow is the only one who follows you
The mirror is the only one who talks to you
It eats you alive till it swallows you
Wallow through feeling hollow
thinking no one understands.”