“I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.”

“There's nothin left,I used to cry,My conversation has run dry,Thats whats going on,Nothing's fine I'm torn.”

“I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.”

“In my dreams you will always stay, every breathing moment from now. For you I would fly, at least I would try. For you I'll take the last flight out.”

“Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cubethen held it against my chest til it melted into my aching porestoday i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my doorand asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.”

“I'll look as if I'm dead, and that won't be true.'I said nothing.'You understand. It's too far. I can't take this body with me. It's too heavy.'I said nothing.'But it'll be like an old abandoned shell. There's nothing sad about an old shell...'I said nothing.'It'll be nice, you know. I'll be looking at the stars, too. All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will pour out water for me to drink...'I said nothing.'And it'll be fun! You'll have five-hundred million little bells; I'll have five-hundred million springs of fresh water...'And he, too, said nothing more.”