Invisible

In thinking I knew what love was, I was wrong.

So much pain in believing I mattered at all.

Now that I see myself in the mirror,

I know I am destined to die alone.

The sky seems to be only dark,

my tears are of the blood I shed.

If I love someone it is only one-sided,

guess that is what love is anyway.

In my heart I break for who I cherish,

and she doesn’t even know I exist.

Trying too hard to show what I feel,

making a fool out of the fool in me.

Does it even matter that I care,

or am I just a face in the crowd?

This means nothing for me now being forgotten,

for in my eyes I am already dead to her.

I see her face in the sky as I weep,

and her voice echoes through my head.

Maybe this is what was meant to be in her life,

or maybe I am just too ugly of a soul to love back.

To be ignored is more like being dead anyway,

but now I know she will never see my heart.









Johnny Newell