A penny's worth

For bad days

I like to count the scars of my mistakes when i can't find sleep at night. 

Proof that im not perfect, embedded in my skin

My fingers brush along the crook of my elbow, the edge of my jaw

And i recall the memories that created them.

But there are deeper wounds, still aching and sore

That have been branded under the surface

Reminding me with each heavy thump of my heart

My mistakes. My failures. My losses.

Bu-dum.    Bu-dum.    Bu-dum

There is no touching these scars

But i don't need to feel it's palipitations to know the pain

These memories don't know how to fade

And hide within the shadowed corners of my mind

They mean no harm, but being made of 

Splintered heartstrings, pointed doubts, shattered dreams

      ( Bu-dum.   Bu-Dum.     Bu-dum)

There is no escaping their razor edges

No forgetting their harsh truths

No healing their bleeding wounds

So i count my scars

My faults

My Sins

And hope to fall asleep.