I am a memory

I am a memory A fraction of what I used to be Etched in my arm in blue ink A label, not a name, from the Nazis Unwanted, now forever apart of me Merely a number, now its my name Six digits counting, tis not the same God says to love, but I want to blame I murder in my heart, and then bear the weight Of the shame I am a memory I cannot change If they forget me A memory I’ll remain