Happy? Ha.

I fall to the floor
In a Technicolor swirl
Much more dramatic than
The truth
The slow crumble

The hollows within echo
Screaming, resounding
"Away, away, away"
Scaring off the few that stayed

I'm left alone to sulk
Wrapping myself up
In brightly colored scraps
Look at them
No deeper

They won't fade
But I will
Until all that’s left
Is a fluorescent tombstone
No recognition or name
Just an afterglow