Somewhat a response to this poem ‘Suicide Note 1’ at Distant Dreams Poetry

The price is the price.
Anything in addition
is just opinion.

Why does the dog look
at me with suspicion today
as I grab the leash?

The tunnel got darker
the further suffered;
it’s just opinion.

Deep inside the warmth
of the surrounding earth,
death is a price too high to pay.

When the suffering ends,
when the light welcomes,
is just opinion.