She stairs at the ground
Her own blood stains the earth
Her own tears wash away the memories
Death would be so much easier

The memory of his hand gripping hers
The memory of his arm around her shoulder
The memory of the embrace they held
The memory of it being ripped away
Wouldn’t death be easier?

The feeling she got when he looked in her eyes
The feeling she got when he sat by her side
The feeling she got when he held her in his arms
The feeling she got with him, like she couldn’t be harmed
Wouldn’t death be easier?

The tears she cried that stained his shirt
The tears she cried that fell to the earth
The tears she cried when thinking of him
The tears she cried when the night fell
Death would be easier