People kill themselves when they stop loving who they are, when they hate the sight of themselves in the mirror, when they start hating the thoughts revolving around in their minds. When they are not able to bear the choking darkness inside their hearts, when the pain inside becomes so much that giving up becomes the only option. When darkness takes over the light and leaves them scared and whimpering in the blackness that surrounds them. And in a desperate attempt to escape all of this they finally find the salvation of death and happily float into the the other world full of happy promises, realised from the shackles that were binding them to the earth.