A knife cuts
A rope hangs
Bleach is drunk
A gun screams bang

Blood leaks out
Air cut off
Insides burn
Brains have no thoughts

How to stop
This horrid fate
Just be nice
And stop and think

Will this hurt them
Do they seem sad
Be a friend to them
And make them glad

Always choose kindness
To prevent their hand
From reaching for
A wretched end