I thought I knew you

I thought I knew you,
Yea you, the battered and bruised used to always being the one being abused,
Yea you the one lost in the crowd, never conforming doing drugs just to feel at ease with every breath you took the pain continued to fester like a disease
Yea you, the outcast with a fashion for living fast since you laughed at death, but cowered at living, rushing head first subconsciously hoping your heart burst putting an end to the thought of waking up tomorrow
Yea you the one who had no hope, the one that no joke, act or show happen to lift that disposition you’ve been sitting in
Yea you, that 12 your old child running from the first sight of anything healthy in hope to end any new traumatic experience before it happened, than crying in isolation from the lack of new faces in your circle
But no this thing I’m witnessing, this man with a small ember of hope, the climbing out of the abyss, cursing the darkness, and continuing to move forward in the chance of your suicidal nature making a turn for the better, I don’t recognize this new second wind of an awakening blotting out my ability to spectate and smile, you know because for the last little while you haven’t been faking that smile, it’s actualy natural, and now I realize I thought I knew you