Me And Schizophrenia Poem by Umasree Raghunath

You leave my life for me to be a wife
Why are you so fond of my husband as a knife
The day you take over us
We tend to be in sorrow and lose our bliss
The day you raise your head
I had to lay alone withered in my bed
The way you came in his life
Was worst before I entered as his wife
The more tired, deadly and wild
He forgets his only wife and child
The fierce way you take over his emotion
I end up in sorrow and tension
Please dear, leave him for ever
And do not look back, never
A request from a withered soul
Before I turn out to be a fool
You are too fond of him than me
Begging you to set him for ever free