Invisible

Sometimes I feel invisible,
a ghost is how I feel.
I want some things in life, that are not fake,
but sometimes that are real.

Like a diamond,
not just as my special wedding ring,
but as something as a gift for me.
It could be anything.

I want to be loved so golden,
treasured in a heart.
I don't want to live a bad life anymore,
I want to tear that life apart.

Sometimes I feel gloomy,
like people do on rainy days.
But I don't express my feeling appropriately
like people would in normal ways.

And sometimes I want to fly,
escape from misery.
I want a life of happiness,
I want to feel so free.