its hard to love a mentally ill person

it is. it is. it is. it is. what will you get from me? a pathetic boy who can't keep up with all the promises i give, who doesn't know what words to fucking speak and keeps it all in until i cant anymore? what will you get from me? what will you get from me? i shouldn't have asked you. i shouldn't have asked you. i thought you would understand. i thought i would understand. i thought i could handle it. stupid thoughts. stupid thoughts. i don't blame you, i could never blame you for what you said because its the ugly truth. it's the ugly truth. its what i feared i really am, what i feared is the reason why i could never hold another person. even after you apologized, even after you realized, that what you said hurt me, i could never blame you. i could never blame you. you tried to understand, you tried to help. i have just been this way for years. was fate meant for the broken?