**** 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
Please read between the lines this poem really has nothing to do with hating happy people or any people for that matter. The only hate is for the chronic depression I've lived with now for over 38yrs.
