We are happy.
We cry ourselves to sleep,
Our dreams wash our tears away as our minds create a better place.
We are happy.
Slowly, our minds are slipping,
We know, but we do not know what to do.
We do not know what to do...
We are happy.
The ocean, to us, is like a wide bed,
One in which we sometimes wish to sleep in and dream forever...
We are happy.
We look up and smile at empty skies and relate to the lone moon.
But unlike her, we do not shine as bright.
As fear devours our minds,
Our smiles grow wider while our souls die.
Remember us when we finally lose our fight,
Remember that we were happy.
Addict-with-a-pen 🥀🖤
