At least I am not alone. That's what I try to repeat to myself to not go absolutely crazy and make the rest of my life even worse than it already is.
But yes, so similar here. I relate so much to all of the comments in this thread. I am too empathetic to make someone else feel responsible for my death (even if maybe they really don't care and they'll get through it, who knows). I am too scared of pain to try the most violent methods. I have no idea where to get so many materials. I don't have contacts, or whatever other people have that they manage to get heroin or so many other materials that I honestly have no idea how the %$#% they got.
I attempted two times in the past, one with overdosis and alcohol, the other with rats poison, because honestly that's as far as I can go, I can't endure anything stronger than that, that's the truth as much as it pains me to say so. I am not capable of putting myself to sleep to see if I got the right place for a partial hanging method, or cutting my wraists without stopping half-way and just cry helplessly. Some people say living is harder than dying, but I think it's the other way around. At least for me it is. I don't know how other people can inflict damage to themselves so easily. Maybe I haven't been inflicted enough pain? But I've been through so much suffering. How much more to gather the energy to do something even more intense?
I would expect people to be more compassionate after a suicide attempt. But that's not how this sick world works. What I got for trying to peacefully leave this world without exposing anyone to anything too violent was judgmental looks, hostile tones of voice, words like "make sure he takes all the pills". And for trying to have a better life by doing therapy, I got a "professional" (or rather, someone that claims to be a professional and that is claimed to be a professional I'd say) to tell me that "if you tried overdosis, then I'll be rolling on the floor laughing" (original expression in Spanish was "me $#"$! de la risa", but it has pretty much the same meaning). I didn't want to talk about my method for a natural fear to be judged as just trying to call attention, but in the end, that's exactly what happened, because when you are someone like me, you just can't escape judgment and pain. That's how the world works for people like me.
And time goes on and on, and you just degrade more and more. Your body aches more and more, your mind feels more and more sloppy, it takes more and more effort to keep it working, you take more pills/remedies, you go through more and more treatments... it doesn't get any better. It just doesn't.
And then people die by accident. Easily. And I am still here, no matter how hard I try. It's almost as if an external force wanted revenge on me, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to ease their wrath.
All that is left is for my body to stop functioning. In the meanwhile, I just don't have any other choice but to see how other people got away with inflicting me so much pain and suffering, and to see with my own eyes and senses how my mind, body and heart degrade more and more each day. That's the way that it is.