all my clothes are worn-out

i am tired of breathing i am tired of everyone leaving

oh mother, do you dream of suicide? how many times have you died? how many more times will i?

antiquated, i have waited many a year and i'll wait many a more let me know, when you get bored

you cannot remediate me anymore only repudiate and hate

clothe your imperfections i will wear my worn out clothes and woes as accessories

you strike like 15 times my heart with the sledgehammer of rejection my love, your face is a blossoming autumn flower tower over me, grate the shards of my heart into debris

i tried putting on bangles, got scarred i tried putting on a niqab, got seen i tried putting on a scrunchie

no food, just caffeine running through my bloodstream i dream of suicide in daylight

i cast no shadow