Suicide is eternal damnation.

Suicides will “perish eternally and be tormented in the fires that last for ever,” writes Augustine. They will burn “in fires they had chosen for themselves” as the final and eternal consequence of free will.[1]

Suicides are consigned to the Seventh Circle of Hell, a pathless wood gnarled and tangled. Suicides are imprisoned as trees of poisonous thorns that cry of lamentation. Monsters hideous, half-human half-bird, gorge on the limbs and branches, and claw at the trunk to tear open old wounds. Suicides are souls in pain as anguish and regret — parole e sangue, words mixed with blood.[2]

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[1] Augustine, Letters 173 & 185.
[2] Dante, Inferno, Canto XIII.

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It goes without saying that humans just want to survive and to thrive and to propagate. They just want to. In the same way a crab scuttles in spite of itself, surviving, thriving and propagating is nothing if not the natural attitude of human being and becoming, individual and society, society and species.