You don't understand

I don't understand why you want to hold my hand,
I'm broken inside spikes coming out of my heart,
But some how you say "that's not who you are, "
I ask you to stop saying things you don't know,
If you are my friend you know I have demons down low,
But you don't get it but you aren't slow,
Does that mean you really love me for who I am?
Does that mean you really do want to hold my hand?
But how long will that last?
For all I know it could be, years, months, days?
Or it could all be in your past,
But you say you love me for this moment,
And for right now a moment is just fine.