Hapiness in a Letter

Happiness doesn't rely on a letter,
Some silly ink dot,
On a stained white paper,
Crisp and clean and out to ruin your life.
Such trivial things like going out can rely on it,
But you cannot place a limit on how much happiness you are allowed
They take away everything,
And for what?
Because I'm fucking my life up.
What do they care?
Its not like they want me here,
She just went far enough to tell me to move out

Happiness is something we all deserve,
Sinners or choir boys,
Lovers or war mongers,
We all deserve that joy,
Of having something to turn to,
Even when the path is as dark as this.
If anything, happiness should be awarded for lower letters,
Because its difficult to keep faith in hope,
When most that is good starts to leave.