Thirty Scars in Your Name

These scars,
I know they’re thin,
And don’t make much
Of a difference…
They’re a bit like me.

My personality,
Seeping through open wounds.
On my arms,
On my thighs.
They gave me such highs.

Let’s count together:
One for the hate.
One for the love.
One for the shit.
A few for the hits.

Too many to count,
Too many to remember.
But if I remember hard enough,
It just may cause a seizure.
Memories are meant to be forgotten.

I can’t stand this anymore,
And if I do,
I’ve earned at award.
But no one ever awards me anything.
That’s a fact that sorta stings.

Please take me away
From this cliff’s edge.
I just might jump.
And make this
The end.