Knowledge Of You

I would never really know
How empty you could grow
Until you were nothing at all.

I would never really hear
Your cries, so pained and dear
Until the quiet that would befall.

But the fact I didn't notice
Doesn't mean I didn't care.
You were just so rare
One of a kind
I wanted you to be fine.
But I opened my eyes
And saw your skin
Full of false sin
Carved in by the crooks
Who stuffed you with hooks.

And the sight made me uncontrollable
With rage and revenge
Seeing you pretend
You weren't scared of death
Just so you didn't look a mess.

So I ran at them
With my words as weapon
But I didn't threaten
Just made them leave
So me, you would believe.

I would never know to help
With you finding yourself
Until I saw you couldn't thrive.

I would never see again
How empty you had been
I taught you to come alive.