I don't think that term ever really applies when people give it out as the reason for an unsuccessful suicide. I think the truth is more likely that the person hates life, but they're still afraid of dying.

Let's say the first car you ever owned was a Ford Taurus. And you hated it. It broke down all the time and caused you all sorts of problems. To the point where you have since sworn off Ford for life. You'll never buy one again. Based on one car. Now, what if when you're young, you get beaten up by a black kid...