i am sick of this endless cycle
a few good days
where i haven't felt little bits of my soul being ripped off
and lost in the wind.
where i feel i can conquer this illness
this plague

then i spiral

to weeks of bad days
where i cannot get out of bed
i am empty
tears welling in my eyes
for reasons i cant understand

there is no constant
instead there is constant change
i have no stability
no solid ground

people say change is good

people lie.