Happy

I have seen so many broken faces looking at me,

bloodshed tears have fallen before me.

Fading into a saddened abyss,

of dead trees and no bliss.

Oh please please forgive the hungry,
the broken,
the cold,
the lonely.

Longing for the chance to see,

the day they die,

ever facing thee.

Face is buried in their hands,

happy is a word.

A want.

something you don\'t get,

even when you search for your advice.

Truth be told,

happy is at a costly price.

Buying pills that mold your brain,

Medical bills flowing and underpaid.

So it seems as though these days are twisted,

prescribing mendicants to people who \"need\" them.

I never thought our world would come to this,

chemicals kill,

the helpless rejects.