Imagine there is no end of suffering, you are tormented because you are born mentally ill.
And you suffer, again and again, setbacks, failures, the very things that define your miserable life.
You want to end your life, but all your friends, family, and strangers urge you to hold on to this life.
What's the point? The cycle repeats itself, with no hope in the end.

In the end, there is just your broken self and your disgrace.

I don't want to die, but nor do I want to live like this.