Somebody catch my breath

I just wish someone would give a fuck about my interests and want to talk to me. 

I feel invisible, maybe it’s better off that way. I can haunt my family

like a bad omen over their shoulders and hide in the corners of my bedroom

where no one will remember me. 

Always forever looking through misty eyes and cracked lenses, but to the world

I'm in pristine condition. I’m more shattered than the mirrors that catch my

glances down the halls of the cathedral. Was it all God's fault? Or did I build my own bridges to burn?

"i wanna be known by you."