The Good with the Bad

I don’t know why you picked me,
I don’t know why you stay;
You call me, you text me, you message me,
Just to be driven away.
You tell me: “It’ll be alright.”
I tell you: “It’s not that easy.”
Yet, you still do whatever you can
To bend over backwards and please me.
I’ll never recover from this disease,
And I’ve pushed many others away;
But you still find a way into my heart
When you tell me you want to stay.
It’s hard to live with someone like me:
Who’s repetitive, impulsive and insane.
I get so outraged over nothing,
And you wonder why you came.
I take my meds twice a day,
And I do what I can to manage.
I follow all the dosage instructions,
To avoid any further damage.
I wish you could understand me better,
I wish you could figure me out;
But when your girlfriend has schizophrenia,
You’ll never know what it’s really about.