Summer used to be her favorite season. She loved the way the rays of light glistened off of her golden skin. The smell of the salty air and the way the days went on forever made her feel electric. But soon every summer day reminded her of missing him. The sun never felt the same, she didn’t feel warmth, she felt burned. And now she counted down the days to autumn when transformation occurred as the leaves changed and the sky darkened. She hoped that with the next season she too could be transformed to the person she was, before him. All she really wanted was a new beginning—a chance to shed the pain, the way trees shed their leaves in October.
There is a girl who prefers to be invisible
She is perplexed by the pain of breaking over and over again
The liquid poured out of her cracks in rivers that flooded her room
An empty space in her mind that time couldn’t measure and fake love could never fill
Outside was too overwhelming
Every person she met was a black hole
They weaved their masks with all the same smiles adorned across their scarecrow mouths
She is an invisible observer
Such a broken individual who toils all day long to try and squeeze out of this translucent body that is but a mere carrying case for her fragile heart
Through her ocean eyes of depth I saw the fire
As the whole world burns hoping to be seen, she prefers to be invisible
Shrinking further back into herself before they strip all the clothes from her back and take all the love they lack
How could they ruin her if they can’t see her?
There’s a girl who prefers to be invisible
She hides in the shadows, and gets lost in the crowds
She is afraid that someday someone might actually see her and pull her closer to the warmth of the living sun
What will she do when all she’s hidden explodes into sparks that make firework explosions in the night sky?
There’s a girl that prefers to be invisible,
But because of him she steps into the light.
I wish the sun would shine its light on me
Let it burn a hole straight through my body
Then I’d be able to prove what I have always known
There’s no blood and no bones
I’m not real neither is this life
My pain is an illusion
My body is an empty shell of bones
I want it to burn through me so bright that I become stardust in the night.