That day we all came to a realization that she was gone in most standardizations she would've lived long.
But it wasn't our choice that she withered away without hearing any more of her voice that she didn't get to stay.
So here we all are standing in this cemetery not too far but we're still feeling quite wary.
I dropped a flower onto her grave as I felt the light showers when I looked at what happened to the one I just simply couldn’t save.
Then I broke down and cried falling onto my knees asking myself why her and not me?