This is not true. I won't argue the idea of suicide is debateable, especially if you have been near committing it and know it's not true, or you haven't even had any thoughts of it and don't understand anyone who has been there. Why?
It's simple. The emptiness isn't empty. It's full, even overflowing and always overwhelming, to the point everything seems too much; too complex to even see the parts let alone the whole, too convoluted to be understood, and too intricate to be solved. Life. Their life.
There is no empty. And the calm only comes when they have an answer, all to often what we fear and what they feel is right. That is our misunderstanding, not theirs. They didn't fail, we fail(ed) them, to grasp what's inside them, their thoughts, their emotions, their feelings, and in the end, their solution.
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