Isn't it funny, To wake up every day, Past the tears that decolourize your eyes, When guilt home itself to rebuild and rise Isn't it funny, To let your smile flicker in every corner of the room Yet inadequate enough to scream behind the never-ending scars, And lying behind the sealed doors Isn't it funny, To let yourself feel at home When home is a misleading path, And oblivion gropes like a bloodbath Isn't it funny, To deduce as if no one will adore you When mists clear for your magnificence, And your pleasantry makes all difference Isn't it funny, You battle yourself to know this all to be true
When curiously your scars will look above,
And arrogantly say "I LOVE YOU"
This Valentine's day, Love Yourself :)
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