Everyone has a Death Date.

Some people try to make it late,

but they're life is like a ball on a slope.

It is full of hope.

Some people make it come fast

Death after death, this is not the last.

People use a rope or a knife,

to quickly end their short life

They kill themself because of comments.

Because no one can take the hint,

The police try to get on it,

They try to stop it.

While most do

Some happen too soon.

Walking down the hallway

it becomes a tomb where we want to lay

These are the words that I say,

I say because I hate it this way,

Do you want to practically live in a sweat shop?

If we work together we can make it stop.