If I tried, do you think I could be pretty?
If I tried, do you think I could be smart?
Would the other kids want to play with me?
Will I have more light than dark?

If I tried, could I have been nicer?
If I tried, could I have been someone's saviour?
Could I have been less alone?
Could I have known about love?

If I tried, do you think I could be happy?
If I tried, do you think he could want me?
Could I have caused you less pain?
Could you not be so ashamed?

If I tried, could I have made your life easier?
If I tried, could I have not been a failure?
If I tried, do you think daddy would have wanted me?
Mommy, if I tried, do you think you could love me?

But if I tried, I know I would still fail
And if I tried, I know you still wouldn't be proud
If I tried, I would probably break down
If I tried, I wouldn't have uttered a sound

If I tried, I would end up killing myself
Because, if I tried...
Nothing would have mattered
Well, not anymore

Blood-red eyes
burnt edges
striped ties
torn out pages

Furious writing
emotionless minds
tired yet winding
clockwork toys

Stubs of candles
Dripping wax
Something about handles
No, I can't relax

Intense gazes
Empty spaces
Limitless ways
Everything's a haze

Cloudstains
pouring rain
sad music
Personal picks

The story of a boy
Who took too many in the end
I loved him with all my heart
but never did he see
just how much of my heart
he stole from me
with just one smile
and a few little words

She was the type of girl
who tried her best to love
but recieved none in return

He was the type of boy
who didn't care for much
who didn't crave any touch

She was the type of girl
who place dandelions in her room
to remember that one day
everything would fly away

He was the type of boy
who rode motorbikes by choice
the thrill of the risk
to be close to Death's kiss

She was the type of girl
who had a firm grip on insanity
and often gave way to reality

He was the type of boy
who believe in the realistic roads
and never thought twice about ghosts

She was the type of girl
who didn't believe in choice
but believed in broken toys

He was the type of boy
who rode around all night
looking for misled fights

They were soulmates
But they didn't know
Passing each other in the hallway
Because they thought no one
could understand their pain