Some days are harder than others.
One day you wake up, and you’re happy to say good morning to the sun,
Happy to be alive, no matter what has been done.
The next, you struggle to sit up, wishing to be gone again,
To float away into the endless abyss, away from your brain.
One day you wake up, you have hope,
The next, you’re slipping down a slippery slope.
Things can change fast. With the snap of a finger,
Everything can change, and that feeling tends to linger.