It's funny how when skin peels
And Blood flows
That I smile
It's a sickness of itself
To look at the pills, to wonder if
I could drown; stab or choke?
If I could take my own life
Couldn't I take another's?
It's funny how when everyone pains
I laugh
Now they know
When everyone screams; chaos surrounds
I simply go back to my cave
It's funny how I can smile back
Act like I'm fine
When I'm a black soul
Bloody and dead
Road kill on the side of the road
They don't see it
They don't understand
Isn't that funny somehow?
It's funny that they don't see
The scars I've made
The words I've carved
They don't understand these black eyes
Gray and black clothes
It's funny how I could die
And they just wouldn't get why
It's funny that I was thrust into hate
Drown without love
Without a guided hand
It's funny that a God who is supposed to love
Would let his children suffer
It's just so damn hilarious when I think
That I'm nothing; that I'm unpretty; that nobody loves me
And it's fucking messed up how I can write a poem
About sadness and sedate all smiles
But can't scribble a word about happiness
Because I never experienced it myself
It's funny
My best friend is not here
She's in another world
That being lonely is fine
I don't mind ... anymore
It's funny ...
How nothing ever worked out
