Who is truly happy?

What is happiness?
If not exaggerated
Daily contentment

Closed door

No matter how much
I drown my soul I can still
See you walk away

Self destruction

There's not enough drugs
In this world to forget you're
Your own undoing

Can you be my rock?

You say you can handle me
Until a real storm hits
When the rain doesn't stop coming
And parts of my soul break,
crumbling down around me.

You say you can handle me
Until the violent winds knock you off your feet
And every word is laced with venom

You say you're my rock
Until the waves start to get rough
And you realize you're not as solid as you thought

You said you could handle the waves
Until it stopped just being light thunderstorms
Only seeing a chance for heavy rain
Not realizing its a hurricane.