"I love you",
"I promise I'll never let you go",
"I won't hurt you like your exes",
I remember you told me those words,
All the time,
So I started believing,
That you were genuine,
Because I was so used to being broken,
I thought you were gonna heal me,
Through all the good,
Through all the bad,
I thought we could deal with it,
But I guess my mental health pushed,
It pushed you away,
You didn't want to be with a mental mess,
A depressed talker,
A bipolar thinker,
A schizophrenic imaginative writer,
An anxious reader,
A guy who has Aspergers Syndrome,
Tell me were you thinking of me,
When you went to him,
When you told him you loved him,
Were you hoping I'd take my life,
That way you don't hear from me,
You didn't have to hurt me like that,
You could've just told me,
Were those "I love you" moments real,
Or were you just playing my heart,
I guess I've gotta move on,
And not show my mental twister,
The one that can throw a shard,
And I'll lay in this bed without you
