They talked about the poem,

they thought they knew so much.
They said “if he wanted to die,
why on Earth would he ever whine?”

The water was too cold,
or the building was too high.
Do those things really matter
when you’re attempting to die?

They don’t know that they do,
that you always think things through.
That when you’re about to die,
those details come to you.

They weren’t just excuses,
he didn’t make them up.
Those things that seem so stupid,
they do go through your mind.

My first attempt was simple:
I tried to slit my veins.
But when I was about to do it,
I thought of the bloody mess.

Again I tried with pills.
I tried to swallow them all.
But after getting down just a few,
I thought of their disgusting taste of salt.

Some things don’t seem so real,
so we give them meanings of our own.
But don’t look for a stupid metaphor
if you really just don’t know.