Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

When I stumble
I make us both fall
A troubled mind
Hides behind his eyes
The past haunts, reminds.
His words eco doubts
They resonate, linger.
Within one's soul.
They twist and engrave.
Never ending torment.
Yet I stand tall.
To speak no words.
Yet listen to the words.
That cut deep within.
Sharp fragmented
Peices of glass
Yet I still stand tall
As to not burden
His troubled soul anymore.
To hear with out sound.
Hide the torment.
Deep below.
Bury it down.
Build walls around it.
So not to trouble his
Already troubled soul anymore.
For that was not my
Purpose.
Far from perfection.
I stumble and fall.
Yet I stand tall.
His hand I hold.
To build him up.
To see him stand tall.
To see who I see.
Through my eyes.
He is my world.
The reason the air.
Is easy to breath
The rain hides
The tears that fall.
Each drop covers
The hidden pain
Yet does not
Wash it away
Yet I stand tall
I do not show
What I've buried
Deep inside.
Allow it to consume me
Take what it may.
Take what light dwells.
For he is my everything
My world my guide
My purpose is to make
Sure his soul
Never loses its light
For the world needs to
See just how bright