I take these pills
To make me thin
I dye my hair
And cut my skin
I try everything
To make them see me
But all they see
Is someone that’s not me
Even when I’m walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible
Invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I’m such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible
Invisible
Here inside
My quiet hell
You cannot hear
My cries for help
I try everything
To make them see me
But everyone
Sees what I can’t be
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I pretend that I’m a queen
Its almost believable
Even though I hate her for forgetting because of whom she is where she is now, I love her songs.
Btw, I don’t get her look either.
So I’m alive. There are chances I’ll start writing again on summer holidays. There is only one thing to consider – is there any point at blogging if nobody reads it? I guess not. But maybe I need to write from time to time? I dunno myself.
Parker 