And it goes like this:

How do you go on with that empty chest?

Emptiness so strong you can feel the gaping hole tear bigger and bigger as you walk down Wisconsin Avenue.

The ridges fester and burn. The burn is ice cold. Does anyone else notice this mysterious wound that would surely 

make a doctor stutter? Remember that everyone you could find comfort from have either left you

or didn't even exist in the first place. What's left but to die?

Die you do 

Don't know why... 

Exams to study for, so behind in all your classes

But how will you get to the library if you can't even walk.

Knees buckling, must be a new symptom, no, a side effect?

Arms that cradle the body, providing little cushion from the inertia of the fall

The body slams full into that hard, wet asphalt that was only asking for a beso on the cheek

Arms that at least provide some warmth from the black snow thats now pink with you all over

Embrace your fragile body because no one will catch you but you

But do what you can to move

The body needs to stay moving

Right into the street; at least now somebody will surely notice the fall, feel the bump, bump under the rubber

I think we hit something.

Once the thoughts hit the life stops

The car never runs and the doors stay locked

The curtains stay drawn and the fragile body stays in bed

Then the teeth rot and the skin fades 

The body is tense, I believe it's called rigor mortis

Even though the world outside still spins, oblivious to you, 

you small speck of dying stardust

You were going to be a star someday!

But when the thoughts come 

Your world just stops dead in its tracks

Caves in on itself and collapses into a singularity that is no more

And this is how the fragile body dies.