Two Kinds of People

In my little world, there are two kinds of people,
The happy and the suicidal.
The suicidal call the hsppy retarded, because they don't know what it's like to be happy.
The happy people make me sick
They have the most perfect lives they think
While the suicidal live a crappy one
The happy people have their lovers
The suicidals just have knives
The happy people have fun social lives
The suicidals have a dark room with just plain old stuff in it
You know, your everything type things
Skulls, blades, black bullets, a mirror, and like I said before, they have knives
Happy people get whatever they want
i just wish they would know what it feels like to be me
Without my love
I just...
I just wish I could be happy...