Read these lines,

Carved into my arms,

Think of all the times,

You have caused me harm,

These will be scars,

Of your place in my life,

Because when I look down from the stars,

I want you to remember that fatal knife,

You may have taken my heart,

And torn it to shreds,

And now my skin has a part

My life hanging by a thread,

Goodbye my love,

Goodbye for now,

But now I will watch from above,

And take my last bow.