lmao here’s one I wrote already and scrapped it
starting over fresh with a diff idea
just so you know I’ll be showing up
There’s uncertainty and fear around your mental disorder
as on the surface you appear to have your head above water
but when you get caught up in the ebb and flow you’re dragged to its depths
- an empty explorer I’ve no clue what may happen to next.
A travelling trespasser drifting between altering mind states
that I’ve had to accept may never fully be quite sane.
The drugs they prescribed made sure your course had been set
to buoy you up on the quiet days when tougher storms were ahead.
All that the medication does is help you cope in the moment
it’s like a cork that prevents your ever-bottled emotions from showing.
Nobody knows it but you’ve teetered on the brink of despair
- loneliness closing in before you surfaced, drinking in air.
Your whimsical whereabouts then became more abundant
simply too scared of your past to ever change with the current.
Even the plain sailing was troubling so you had to halt your career
- trading the subject of employment for those salt water tears.
Drunk with delirium that turned the most perfect of pictures
into a woman who’s weary of the very world she inhibits.
It hurts to admit it, but the rescue I’m determined to make
only serves to have driven you even further away.
It turns you against me when all I want is to hold you again
and spur you to safety because we both know where this ends.
I don’t want to let go because you’re all that I’ve got
so I’m extending my hand, knowing everything is already lost.
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