i wonder what it would feel like to be covered in bandages and stitches again

i don’t like being noticed i really don’t like being hit on or even just interacted with by strangers but... it does remind me that i’m worth noticing, at least sometimes... i don’t know why but it seems like the people closest to me don’t notice me

sharpened my halo into a shank

im an abandoned shipwreck

i’m confronted daily by the wounds of who and what i am

who am i?