When I woke up today, life didn't feel so heavy

I can breathe, and I feel happy.

I started to gain hope that

everything is going to be okay.

It got easier to make it through the days.

Weeks go by and I think I'm better,

but all of the sudden I feel under the weather.

I thought I found a way out,

but things are starting to fall apart now

There's never a reason why,

I guess happiness is a trap.

As there always seems to be another relapse...