You saw your chance and you took it,
Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus.
It bent beneath you,
It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body.
The day your heart stopped is not the day you died,
You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale,
The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you.
We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs.
But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed,
The light in your eyes had already gone out,
The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery,
With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.