You make it over to me before I hit the ground. Arms out stretched you catch me and you pull me close to yourself and you hold me tight against your body. Even though I’m covered in blood, you love me the same. Your tears drip from your eyes in you silent cry. You hold my life less body close to you as if I was still alive. You stain your shirt for me, you cry your tears for me, to bad you had me, you trashed me, but you still want me to take you back. Well think again I made my choice, and that was for me to deiced, not for anyone else. You soon grab the knife that I stabbed through my now broken heart and hold it tight, you pull it out like a knife in cake and you set it down on the rock I left the things you gave to me. Slowly but surly you find the note and picked up the note and started reading it to yourself. After you finish reading the note that I wrote for you, your tears got bigger and you screamed into the night sky out of your frustration and you start cry even harder then you did before.