The Price of Happyness

  The storm of depression came but with your help I rode it out and wiped my horizions clean of misery.

   But I turn around and see my savior on his knees, you reel under the storm that once controled my life, your tossed around by my rage and grief, and I want to get you out, you payed the price for my happyness, a price I should have payed and now your drowning in my pain.

   If I could I would take back the pain, I would become numb again, just so you could smile again, you restored my feelings just in time to watch you suffer, I dont want to feel if all I is your pain, my happyness means nothing if others are still trapped in misery, misery that is rightfully mine.