If only the roses would stay the year,
the thorns would leave,
if only the sky could stay this shade of pink,
the clouds keep at bay,
if we could stay like this forever,
in our arms I feel safe,
if only these songs I want to write would turn themselves into hits,
all this and here I sit,
is my life just an if only,
something I made up in my mind
while my mental health declines?
if only my friends would think more of themselves,
then I wouldn't have to worry so much,
if only the sad songs I like would make me feel better,
and I could express how I feel
but all these if only's are just figments
of a broken imagination,
why am i drawn to hurt like a moth to a candle,
as I'm drawn closer not afraid to burst into flame,
if only it could end sooner,
if only I didn't have to worry,
but I cant stop now,
I have to help the ones I love
if only they could stop their hurts,
if only people could understand that we hurt
and just don't want the people we care about dig their own grave
if only I could stop writing these hard words,
if only I could write in one style,
that wasn't hard to read,
I'm sorry,
if only you could help.