just my thoughts one night

These scars haunt me in so many ways.

I hate them, yet, love them.

I see them and am filled with hate.

Hate for what I did to myself.

Hate that I want to do it again.

Yet, love how they look.

Love that of all my scars,

I controlled their creation.

I decided when and where.

I decided how and why.

They are a part of me regardless.

I cant change that they're here,

but would I, if I could erase them from my body an mind?

Such wonderful reminders of the past.

Good or bad, I always remember.

Then long to add to my collection.

Make them deep or make them shallow,

either way they're mine to control.