I know the feeling all too well.
I've begrudgingly accepted that I will never truly be able to kill myself. I've made half ass attempts before, but I cant actually commit. I'm too scared of the feeling of dying. I have never enjoyed life, yet I cant seem to leave. I live alone and have several methods I could use, but I just cant fucking do it. I don't really know what to do now. I've always imagined I would die by suicide, but now I dont think I'll be able to.
I've suffered to the brink of genuine insanity and yet... It feels as though the rock bottoms I've hit have not been low enough for me to conquer my SI. So I'm just stuck in this lazy river of pointless sacrifice just floating along this vicious cycle. Fantasizing about a button I could press to just shut my brain off. One day...
The only solace I could try and offer is the reminder that the one kindness this Life offers us is the guarantee of death, one way or another. We have to endure countless pain and misery to reach that point, but the day you die, whether by your own hand or not, will wipe away all that suffering, pain, and miserable memories you may have. The dreamless sleep we all crave.
That day will come. It is promised to us all.