Wednesday, August 4, 2010

your not invisible to me

I was just watching “if you really knew me” which is an amazing tv show on mtv. Every single person that shared a story or a hard time they have been through i just wanted to reach out and give them a huge hug, be there for them, show them all the stuff they have been through is making them stronger. It also made me appreciate how far ive come and made me think of the song “invisible” by disciple. so to all of you out there who have been hurt, picked on, lonely, or through something tough…this song is for you

You’ve got my attention
there’s no need to hurt yourself this way.
You think no one will notice
how you’re feeling when you cry yourself to sleep.
You feel stuck on the outside
looking inside
wishing this life wasn’t your life.
And you think you’re damaged way beyond repair.

Well, you’re not so far that I can’t get to where you are.

You wish you were someone else,
every night you fall to pieces
knowing you can’t save yourself.
I can see you, I can hear you.
There’s a place where the broken go,
there’s a room full of second chances.
You’re not stranded on your own—
you’re not invisible.

im ready to listen
there’s no need to hold it all inside.
The smallest whisper, I hear it,
when your strength has all but died.
I need you to believe Me, can you trust Me,
that what you see is not what I see?
The reflection in the mirror’s telling lies.

‘Cause nothing you have done can change how much I love you.

You wish you were someone else,
every night you fall to pieces,
knowing you can’t save yourself.
I can see you, I can hear you.
There’s a place where the broken go,
there’s a room full of second chances.
You’re not stranded on your own—
you’re not invisible.

(You’re not, you’re not invisible)

I can see you as you’re falling on your knees
you’re not invisible to Me.
You’re not invisible.

You wish you were someone else,
every night you fall to pieces,
knowing you can’t save yourself.
I can see you, I can hear you.
There’s a place where the broken go,
there’s a room full of second chances.
You’re not stranded on your own—
you’re not, you’re not,
you’re not stranded on your own.
You’re not invisible.

You’re not invisible to Me.
You’re not invisible to Me.

*do you know what it feels like to want to surrender*