DOnt ask me

If am scared of dying

well let me ask you this;

Can you see me?

No, you looked right through me.

My pain I wearlike a patchwork quilt.

Surely you saw mein these multi-colors?

Pain, regret, sorrow, rejection.

Each square a tributeof its own to my stupidity.

See the threads?

They are my tears,connecting one painfulmemory to another.

so dont ask me if am scared of dying

becuase am already dead!