In the summer I was so hot that i couldn't breathe. I couldn't move...gasping for air on my knees.
There I was stuck in that burning hot place where you left me.
There was no cool breeze and comfy hoddies  in that fall for me.
I was still burning under the merciless sun.
But winter I felt. So surely I was cold and grey. Frozen. Wishing upon a star for the summer sun to melt the iceberg I became.
So I could start my search and find it again.
Seeking comfort in those who are not my friend. I had chased the untrue because it was better than you.
Then there was spring. It rained and it poured. Certainly I was drained but thankfully I had found a new door. I was allowed to dwell no more.
Now summer is here once again. But this time it is my friend. The summer sun kisses my skin. I flow through effortlessly. I have found my serenity. It never left....I had to find it inside of me.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016

**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes