HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Voices screamed in his head.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
He carried on like a soldier.
YOU'RE SO HAPPY
The voices would command.
He would smile.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Voices screamed in his head.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
They're his only friends.
HAPPY ALL THE TIME
At least it feels that way.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
He writes a poem.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Blood spills on the page.
YOU'RE SO HAPPY
The roses are wilted.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
The violets are dead.
HAPPY ALL THE TIME
The boy you knew is no more,
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
And my wrists are stained red.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
He writes so he can't feel,
YOU'RE
Not that he ever could.
SO
The roses are wilted,
HAPPY
And my wrists are stained red.
YOU ARE READING
The BIGGER Book Of 2p
Ngẫu nhiênHi! I'm Gaydar and I have opinions! Come look at the second book of my versions of the 2ps! Complete with oneshots, Q&As, minishots, headcannons, scenarios, parodies, drawings, concepts, and basically whatever else I come up with!
