Post by Quill on Nov 7, 2011 23:35:00 GMT -5
((Just a poem thing I wrote. I've been reading a Homestuck AU called Brainbent, and it's all the characters in a mental illness facility. Sollux is just the molotov cocktail of problems- manic-depressive bipolar borderline schizophrenic trainwreck on all sorts of medication. There was a short fic about him taking fluoxetine for the first time, and it made me think of all the times I went off my meds. So... I wrote this.))
Happiness in a Bottle
It turns out you can buy happiness
It comes in little yellow bottles
With screw on lids
With your name printed on one side
And a little label that tells you
“Take twice a day”
It turns out you can eat happiness
It’s little white pills with numbers stamped on
You wash them down twice a day
And go on with your business
Sometimes you forget about your happiness in a bottle
You look at that label that says
“Take twice a day”
And wonder to yourself
“Why?
I’m not sick. I can be happy alone.”
So you put the bottle under the sink
And say you’re better now.
But suddenly you’re not a person anymore
You’re just a sock full of lead with a frowny face drawn on
And you can’t think any more
And you just want to take a little Tylenol
And you just want to take a lot of Tylenol
And you just want to take all of the Tylenol in the fucking cabinet
And sleep for the rest of your life.
But you go to get the Tylenol
For your lifetime sleep
And you dig under the sink for a cup to wash it down
And you find your happiness
Still in its little yellow bottle
With its screw on lid
And your name printed on one side
And the label that says
“Take twice a day”
It’s not so bad taking your happiness in a bottle
A lot of people can get their happiness from little things
Like puppies and babies and blue skies and hugs from a mother
But sometimes people just can’t do that
But we want to be able to smile and laugh too
We don’t want to be socks full of lead with frowny faces drawn on
So instead of taking a nap that lasts forever
We take happiness from a bottle
And we can be people too.
Happiness in a Bottle
It turns out you can buy happiness
It comes in little yellow bottles
With screw on lids
With your name printed on one side
And a little label that tells you
“Take twice a day”
It turns out you can eat happiness
It’s little white pills with numbers stamped on
You wash them down twice a day
And go on with your business
Sometimes you forget about your happiness in a bottle
You look at that label that says
“Take twice a day”
And wonder to yourself
“Why?
I’m not sick. I can be happy alone.”
So you put the bottle under the sink
And say you’re better now.
But suddenly you’re not a person anymore
You’re just a sock full of lead with a frowny face drawn on
And you can’t think any more
And you just want to take a little Tylenol
And you just want to take a lot of Tylenol
And you just want to take all of the Tylenol in the fucking cabinet
And sleep for the rest of your life.
But you go to get the Tylenol
For your lifetime sleep
And you dig under the sink for a cup to wash it down
And you find your happiness
Still in its little yellow bottle
With its screw on lid
And your name printed on one side
And the label that says
“Take twice a day”
It’s not so bad taking your happiness in a bottle
A lot of people can get their happiness from little things
Like puppies and babies and blue skies and hugs from a mother
But sometimes people just can’t do that
But we want to be able to smile and laugh too
We don’t want to be socks full of lead with frowny faces drawn on
So instead of taking a nap that lasts forever
We take happiness from a bottle
And we can be people too.
