What 'was'

Home late, blown out of your mind;
high on something that defines a coward,
under the covers, and a fist in the face.
Not in the spirit that used to be...
Divining bruise that only existed in a broken home.
A few words, a cuss, harsh blow.
Down in my pillow sobbing for air.
Thinking, what happened is only a nightmare.
Wakening up with broken bones to only find a scar.
Nothing will ever be the same.

Why must I care, its silence that rings his ears when I speak,
he only lives for what he believes
too stubborn to open his eyes and realize
Its more then me your hurting,
You are hurting your self.
You might have injured me physically
but mentally is what wounds you.

You only lived for the moment, hoping for an answer
that might satisfy your need.
The eye sees more then you think,
Deeper then you believe.
I know why you blame me,
to use my sympathy for your dilemma.
May I say how naive?

I know there is more then a thin-skinned person that stands before me.
I have seen you through your soul
being someone that I can only dream.
Then coming back and whispering, I can see you gaze,
but don't let it get to you,
just live to the standers you believe.
A language only we could speak.
Why did you give it all up to gain what you don't own?

I am not here to blame you,
but I am here to awaken you.
Life has no time, nor fate, or luck.
Things that you do is what leads you to your destiny
lets burst the surround bubble that traps you within
Grab my hand and we will both get through this,
because we are as strong as our troubles.