S.O.S.

You dont know struggle
And you don't know sorrow
And you don't know what it's like
To watch somebody die

So don't pretend to act like you know me
To pick apart what you don't understand
The book is long, descriptive and haunting
And full of sentences you can't comprehend
No

So whats it like to have that comfort
To know you'll always be covered
To know someone will be there

Well i've never had that comfort
Or the luxuries of being covered night after night
Always staying up late
Fighting off the shakes
Looking out the window
Asking things you can never know