Feels Like We Are Dying

I exist

Baby please,
It's the way you speak forming words so easily and I think of a way that you think it keeps me from falling alseep. In that grave I call a bed until you called me up and said
" I haven't stopped crying my father's been drinking I need a place to stay, I don't want to be here he's saying the words that he promised to never say that liquid he consumes makes him speak the truth"
And I say no, it's not that at all its the bottle of lies for a troubled heart
It's standing on the edge of the mountain, screaming anything he wants like, "look at me, I exist!"
I remember the way you shook its a Shame that we're not soul mates, because if I didn't know better I'd say this feels pretty good and that you're there.
So shut your mouth because these worlds speak themselves.
I can feel them in these blankets and they're surrounding your figure embraced in quilts and can't help but think your my missing puzzle piece.
I wake up in the hall way. I'm looking for sunlight with rays that will cure me of the pain that keeps my lungs tight ignoring the voices and feelings that tell me to get out of this house.
I can't make them stop I'm feeling just like my mom and you said no, these demons will fall.
You're so precious to us all, and I said I can't do this alone and I still need you to hold so don't let go, because I'm afraid