When I suffered from depression I wanted to die, too. But I don't agree with suicide or accidental sucide or killing me slowly (smoking, alcohol). I wouldn't be able to forgive myself and will have to linger in limbo/hell until I do. I went out, looking for trouble, not hoping for someone to kill me but hopiing for someone to die for, I thought that the only way to die with peace of mind is saving someone else. So go out, find a building on fire and run inside to rescue someone, with any luck it will colapse and you'll die with a clean conscience, with bad luck you'll manage to escape and live with severe burns for years to come. Just join the fire dept. and be the bravest of them all.