I'll tell a personal story. Not sure if it'll change anyone's perspective on this, but I want to make something perfectly clear.
In 2019, I attempted suicide by hanging. This was what led me to being involuntarily hospitalized for the first time. At this time, there were various cameras around the house because we were afraid of burglars getting in, as that's already happened before. My mother saw me attempting to hang myself on camera. Needless to say, she's traumatized by that incident. I live with that every day of my life. I live with the guilt and shame of making her feel that way. In spite of how much she and I have a complicated relationship, I live with those feelings.
And yet, my desire to die hasn't gone away. No matter how much I've tried, and believe me I've tried, the feelings of wanting to die don't stop. They follow me everywhere I go. I can't tell you how many mornings I've gotten out of bed disappointed I didn't die in my sleep. I can't tell you how many times I've seen fatal car accidents IRL and I look at the dead bodies covered with a blanket and wish that was me.
It's just a part of me I deal with. No amount of telling me how my death will hurt others will take away this part of me. It's not for lack of trying, certainly not for lack of empathy. I do have loved ones. I do care about how my death will impact them. And also I'm so tired and exhausted of life because of my own problems that going on feels like the most difficult task in the world. Both things can be true.