I burned for you, and felt pain for you, I stabbed myself and bled my aching heart and tore it apart...

I would have done just about anything for him, and did, but all the love in the world will never save him from himself.

He opened doors for me, and tore me down, he expected me to conform to his ideas... he wanted me to be him...

All his blame he left for me, all his choices never his, victimized forever... by everyone...

To him I destroyed everything, all the while I waited for him, held my hand out to help him... He denied me everything...

Personalities seemed to multiply, as the disease intensified, one moment I am wonderful and beautiful and the most intelligent girl he knew... and the next, he tears me down with all ov his will.

Delusions, hallucinations, reality slipping farther from him every moment, every day... He ran scared...

Still I waited...

All ov my patience, my kyndness, reviled and ignored, taken for something else, misinterpreted every step ov the way...

I could set clocks by the cycles ov his sickness...

And all the while I always kept my word...