I've been very depressed at times; I can totally understand how someone would want to kill themselves.
I find myself sometimes wondering what it's like.
You know, just stepping in front of a train or moving traffic.
The anticipation of getting hit, perhaps the brief moment of shock of the pain and possible regret.
Organs being crushed and your flesh tearing from your bones by the sheer force.
Your mortal shell being ripped apart in a moment of helplessness.
Although perhaps it's more of a fascination with death as opposed real interest in dying.
Actually, I have no interest in dying at all. Like someone else mentioned, I couldn't quite care for it.
But it's an interesting topic. The many ways in which bodies can shut down, and the utter defensiveness in the face of true power.