Stay. Suffering in your eyes. Before the terrors when everyone dies. Your #life in the palm of your hand. A flick of the wrist and you won't stand. You might as well fall to the ground. Instead of watching others fall all around . A flick of the wrist and you'll be dead. Maybe it's time to go to bed. Maybe this suffering can have an end. But suddenly memories come back to your head. How can you remember them if you are dead? The memories will die with you. The memories of how you grew. A flick of a wrist and you would be dead. But you drop the knife and forget the bad. Remembering all the memories you made. Of how you fought and now how you stayed.