why is dying our daydream?
are things as bad as they seem?

We daydream of dying
like they'll all be crying
constantly kept up at night
like my life wasn't just trite

like the funeral will have people crying
and people caring
that every time they saw me
i was dying

that they aren't just there for popularity
but it's too good to be true
reality brings me to my knees
all i ever wanted was for someone to see me

has anyone ever see me?
i guess i'm as invisible as i seem