Broken Completely

New scars are formed.
Twelve I count on my left arm.
Twelve more reasons why I shouldnâ??t be here anymore.
Twelve more flaws along with twelve more losses.
Another twelve times I have to look in the mirror and see what I have done.
Twelve more ways I can end my life.
Twelve more reasons I tried and failed.
Twelve more reasons I donâ??t deserve to be here.

Maybe I should make twelve more.
Maybe to show how completely broken I am.
To spell it out in blood.

Twelve more cries in the night, twelve more endless tears.
Twelve more stupid purposes I live for.
Thatâ??s another twelve pieces that have cracked and broken apart from my soul.
Maybe I should stop making twelve.
Maybe I should just make one.

Hit on the right vein this time.
Eleven less makes the job done.