I find it funny to call myself unhappy
Then realize im laughing out loud with people that I love
I found it funny that I don`t value her smile
As she tries to hide those scars
I found it funny to smile back instead of asking: “why?”
I found it funny that I call myself miserable
When i`m surrounded by people that love me back
And funny how i only focus, on those who make me cry
I found it funny that i care at all
About your BS and all that stupid showoff
I found it funny how im reluctant to love myself
Still care so much when someone says: “i hate myself”
like, seriously stop, don`t do that.
Funny how i can tell them they´re perfect, but… i cant tell it to myself.
I found it funny that Im so aware of all of this,
Still i found myself writing this and crying myself to sleep.