Brothers

[vagabond]

 Those that know will never tell
Those that know choose not to dwell
All but me who sits alone
Dreaming of a lie called home          why is the home a lie.. isn´t it more like lost?

He was one and she was two     
I'm surprised I made it through  
I was three or so I thought
But now I see your truth I bought        this seems (at least to me) to be about a girl both brothers wanted.

I fucked it up, a bitter low              rhyme is not as important as content…  to the reader lines like “no one will ever understand” will not give much.   maybe something more subjective like “i scream and reach no ears".
But I will never let this go
No one will ever understand
I lost a brother in this land

I tried to learn what I was taught            which teachings?
I tried to see what you had brought
To try take on what you had thought   which thoughts? why did they seem wrong to the subject then?
But you know me, the idiot sort        

Many things were said and done  
But you made a world for me, for fun        in what way?
A world of lies, just for me                           which lies?
Now I finally see

You don't care, I know this now      this seems to belong in the past, since the brother is dead now, so “didn´t care”  but.. concerning content, as a reader I cannot imagine how the lost brother would not have cared after all he did in the two stanzas above.
The fact your eyes are dry is how      so, there´s some accuse, no one perfect, not even the dead. no shame in knowing that.
I know that you don't really care
About the things we did and aired

But even then its all a lie
I fucking hate the fact I cry
Over you and her and why               what role she played remains still too vague
Do I feel bad for times gone by     

Some things I said to one and two       seems somehow too detached to name them by numbers
I regret, I really do
I hate myself for those mistakes
I just wish that they weren't all fakes      mistakes are fakes- how?

I know you lied, but I don't care               lied about what?
you think I do, but don't you dare
don't hurt yourself for things you did       subject does not want brother to feel remorse?
the boy I knew when I was a kid              

You said I wouldn't take my life                 why was it stated in the first place?
Well just for you I'll live in strife       shows that no real value in life is seen by the subject
You made it seem like love, I see
But you know its just the coward in me      feeling of being not respected, I begin to see why the subject doesn´t have an all positive relationship with the brother.

I love you so much and cannot find
The words to tell you how out of my mind
I feel right now, slipping down
Slipping down, slipping down             

I love you brother, I know that's true
I know it now, I've thought it through
I always have, I always will
Please know that. I always will

Now memories all that's left behind
No trace of you but what I find                    actually memories are a trace, maybe write “the only trace of you is what I find..”
Within my head, my fucked up mind
I am so sorry that I was blind                 

I know you hate me though, I know     for what? either you know that or you don´t know you were hated, it´s just a fear (which is bad enough).
I don't know if its what I show
I don't know if its what I know
Just tell me why you hate me so          unsolved business..

But that is it, its all she wrote                  she.. you either need to tell the reader about that (probably) destructive relationship between the three or leave her out, depends on how important it was.
Its already gone, its already smoke     
Nothing but obsession over past
Trying to make that beautiful thing last            

Let it go, its long decayed
It may as well have been an age
We will never meet again
We will never meet again --------this is the most emotional line in the poem to me

No, there is always time                no time travel possible, so just write I wish there were a second chance or something like that
A twist of fate, a marked line
When we could meet again, at last
But we won't. It is the past           

It kills me we left on such bad terms
No way to fix that now, it burns
Wishing for my sibling's return
A wish that never will be, I learn       

So, alone, I lie in bed
Thinking things inside my head          
Thinking things inside my head 
Yes, alone, I lie in bed       maybe instead “things that cannot be said”

I'm given support, advice to sow  
But how could they really ever know      
About the pain I feel each day
Please just make it go away 

I cannot do it justice, see
Just thank your stars you are not me          wishing to trade places? impossible trade.
Trust me, brother, sister, please  
This torture has me on my knees    

I lost a brother to this land
You really do not understand
I lost a brother by my hand              
It hurts so much. Please understand            leave out the plea, though it´s justified, in a poem it does not add to the reader´s empathy
But you can't, you'll never see             
I lost my brother. Please help me    

Nobody will ever know
Nobody will ever care
Nobody will ever see
How pointless this life can be                 maybe  “how pointless life now seems to me”
 
       

I do the same, often put things in rhyme and cloak or distort content by doing so.  I would need a little more explanation/ description to relate better. maybe get rid of the stanzas, it makes it easier to omitt a rhyme that would just be necessary by formality.  and I think for what wants to be said in this poem you can well afford to not care about rhymes.