No. If I agree to kill myself, will you cut off your fingers with a hedge shear? I don't want you dead, I just want you to never create anything ever again.
Yes, I admit, I HATE CREATIVITY. And you are trying to create something, so here's the deal. I kill myself, I'm not around to bother you anymore, and you cut off your fingers and agree to never use your imagination again.
This is a gentleman's agreemnet, and you have already ceded to it by reading this. So, every time you think of something reative again, remember that you took a man's life to have that thought.