u/pavek420

Five in the morning.
What a shame to see the dawn break,
Another night we spent awake,
And I feel the pressure turning.

Your words flood the air,
Please, carry on.
These walls can’t contain you,
They only learn.
You need a body for your waves
To break upon.
Though it hardly matters who.

I’m on this cold bathroom floor, watching,
‘Cause someone’s got to.
You are behind the shower door, drowning,
You say it grounds you.

The cameras are waiting
To see another angle.
Your tides caught in the tangle
Of everything you’re staging.

Your words flood the air,
Please, carry on.
The only voice you hear
Comes from the storm.
You need a witness in the room,
To give it form.
Though it hardly matters who.

We went up together,
And I knew what I was there for.
But somehow,
It always comes down
To your comedowns.

I’m not diagnosed myself but went through a relationship with someone who seemed to struggle figuring out if they actually want to get better. So as a way to cope with the effect that had on my own mental health I wrote this piece. I tried my best not to victimize myself or accuse that person of something they weren’t fully in control of. My aim is to just share my experience, maybe get some feedback from those who might relate, but mostly to spread a message about how important it is to take this diagnosis seriously and to seek all the help one can get.

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Cold Bathroom Floor

Five in the morning.
What a shame to see the dawn break,
Another night we spent awake,
And I feel the pressure turning.

Your words flood the air,
Please, carry on.
These walls can’t contain you,
They only learn.
You need a body for your waves
To break upon.
Though it hardly matters who.

I’m on this cold bathroom floor, watching,
‘Cause someone’s got to.
You are behind the shower door, drowning,
You say it grounds you.

The cameras are waiting
To see another angle.
Your tides caught in the tangle
Of everything you’re staging.

Your words flood the air,
Please, carry on.
The only voice you hear
Comes from the storm.
You need a witness in the room,
To give it form.
Though it hardly matters who.

We went up together,
And I knew what I was there for.
But somehow,
It always comes down
To your comedowns.

Five in the morning.
What a shame to see the dawn break,
Another night we spent awake,
And I feel the pressure turning.

Your words flood the air,
Please carry on.
These walls can’t contain you,
They only learn.
You need a body for your waves
To break upon.
Though it hardly matters who.

I’m on this cold bathroom floor, watching,
‘Cause someone’s got to.
You are behind the shower door, drowning,
You say it grounds you.

The cameras are waiting
To see another angle.
Your tides caught in the tangle
Of everything you’re staging.

Your words flood the air,
Please carry on.
The only voice you hear
Comes from the storm.
You need a witness in the room,
To give it form.
Though it hardly matters who.

We went up together,
And I knew what I was there for.
But somehow,
It always comes down
To your comedowns.

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