Happy

I almost told you
how I'm still in the wrong place
even though this was supposed to be where I could stay
it's not like you can fix this feeling but I thought
that mere attention would be enough for me right now,
just the thought of you worrying
I'm evil but at least I made sure
that you know it as well

Then I realized you're happy

Your life is valuable enough
so that you can understand it
even when insane suffering claims more space

You're happy
and you didn't tell me anything about it

Do you understand how bad...

but I should be glad.

I should.

I guess I'm fine too, then.