i remember there was i time where i ment nothing,
just like the people that saw me bluffing
nothing mattered
nothing would change
everything seemed usless in my ****** up brain

then finally life took a turn for the better
and i was always the one in the center
i was loved
and people cared
but then i fell back down the stairs

again i was the one that no one could see
the person that im really ment to be, everything lost
my cards on the floor
no one to notice if i walk out the door

You choose to ignore my invisible illness
or maybe you believe it doesn't control me,
But either way I'm betting ignorance is bliss,
because you choose not to understand me.

All I want are all the little things that matter,
like a surprise visit, a concerned call,
or an honest compliment that flatters,
because these things I value over all.

I do not want jewelry or material things,
as they do not ignite flames in my heart.
I am not a trophy wife looking for being,
but a compassionate being that wants spark.

I have expressed appreciate for so much
despite the sadness that is a part of me,
especially whenever I'm granted your touch,
because that's the kind of caring that has validity.

If you truly love the woman you're with,
I hope you decide to really understand
that all I need from you is a random kiss
and to feel the warmth of your hand.

Money, and all it can buy, is *******.
The important things are late night walks,
a calming voice when I'm having an anxiety fit,
and interesting deep conversation talks.

If you are hoping you could buy me off,
you are horrible mistaken, my dear.
So please, if you find me "too soft",
Then I'll ask that you steer clear

Today is the day
That all the things that I fear
Will disappear
And I will be just a memory

Just a memory
I don't understand
Why don't you look at me
I am not invisible
I am here, I am here

And though I call you
I seem to just disappear
I want you
Why are you looking away
Please just tell me that everything's gonna be okay

I can't feel
I can't see
I can't do anything without a key
I want you
I want you

Today is the day
All my worries have slipped away
I can sleep well without the fear
And I will be a memory

Today is the day
That all my hopes will fade away
All will seem like just a dream
And I am just a memory
I am just a memory

I won't lie
I won't cry
I won't die and be alone
I want you
I want you

I can see you but you can't see me
I don't understand
Were did I go wrong
I can't be just a memory

I want you
I want you
Don't you see
That it's just me
Not a memory
I want you
I want you
I am not a memory
I can't be dead
I can't be dead

I am a memory
I am just imaginary
I am in your wounded eyes
I am the reason for your grieving tears

I am just a memory

I am invisible.

I make everything around me invisible.

But you touch my hand,
And I become a faint silhouette.
Faint, but still I am something none the less.
I am tangible,
When you hold my hand.

But you don't hold my hand very often.
You forget to,
Because you forget me.

But I am surprised
That when you open your eyes,
You don't see your empire crumbling around you.

Because when I stood next to you,
I made your world invisible.
You couldn't see the wolves behind you,
Because I was beside you.

But now, your whole world suddenly burst into light.
And reflected off the teeth
Of the monsters at your heels.

Some people think that Jehovah God isn't real because he's invisible.
They assume that he's not real because his existence isn't physical.
Air is also invisible and everybody knows that it exists.
The Lord is just as real and that is something that I'll always insist.
If you turn to him, he will help you cope with any ordeal.
Jehovah is a wonderful supernatural being and he is real.

pick a pocket or
pick a tree
but do
not
pick
me

dear friend,
trying to participate
falling and failing epically
perks of being seemingly invisible
to the only one you see

don't want to wake up on your own
so you accept the love you think you deserve
put them first and now you know
this is how a wallflower grows

your friends they see it, live it, breathe it
smokey parties and poorly lit rooms
synthetic happiness, the only way to get by
fragile hopes and dreams

you know everyone and no one
watching their daily lives happen
but nobody stops it takes a second look
at your wilting petals and falling leaves

below average, psychos together
"welcome to the island of misfit toys"
somehow a place of belonging
and now in this moment, you feel infinite

love always,

I am not a mad man
Indeed, I’m not a man
I am the Fisher King
An enigmatic fraction
Of your frantic imagination
I come and go as I please
Mixing serene silence
With immaculate impotence
Who will help me
The King and his kinsmen
The King and his people
A barren madman
In a barren world
Living on hope alone
Hope and make-belief

Yet behind the façade
Of a harmless hermit
Lies greatness and goodness
And the promise of purity
The meaning of life
And the riddance of meanness
The secret of bliss
Without ignorance
The purest pleasure
For both body and soul
For the King and his kinsmen
The King and his people
The barren madman
Changing the barren world
Into a painting-like paradise

So forget about reason
And the rules they imply
And embrace the essence
Of my delusional ravings
Look out for the invisible
Listen to silent whispers
And expose hidden meanings
I’ll be here for a while
Resting on the riverside
For I am not a mad man
I am not a man
I am not mad
I am the Fisher King
A barren beacon
In a dark, dark world