timothyt - Hello Poetry

People think it's a disease. They tell me I'll feel better if I take care of myself, if I listen to my doctor. And I've tried everything I can to get better, but with no results to show. After endless nights of emptiness, and thoughts that horrify my very soul, I realised that it never was a disease, it's an addiction.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC

#11

People think it's a disease. They tell me I'll feel better if I take care of myself, if I listen to my doctor. And I've tried everything I can to get better, but with no results to show. After endless nights of emptiness, and thoughts that horrify my very soul, I realised that it never was a disease, it's an addiction.

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Some people have it better in life. Period. Accept that and work harder instead of expecting equality.

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC

#10

Some people have it better in life. Period. Accept that and work harder instead of expecting equality.

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There comes a point in a man's life, When frustration overwhelms his moral sanity; The child inside him dies in battle, As he gives in to the world outside. When you realise all they want is to see you crying, The rich are greedy and they want more; The only way to escape this horrendous cycle, Is to bend the law according to your will. And that's when society rejects you. For protecting your mind, for protecting your heart.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC

#9

There comes a point in a man's life, When frustration overwhelms his moral sanity; The child inside him dies in battle, As he gives in to the world outside. When you realise all they want is to see you crying, The rich are greedy and they want more; The only way to escape this horrendous cycle, Is to bend the law according to your will. And that's when society rejects you. For protecting your mind, for protecting your heart.

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It's easy to rebel It's easy to fight back But it's difficult to take the hits And remain silent.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC

#8

It's easy to rebel It's easy to fight back But it's difficult to take the hits And remain silent.

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I wonder if you dream the same dreams as I do, If the same thoughts haunt you too; If you shed the same tears in the dark of the morning, And pray the same prayers before you pass out. I wonder if you are still the person that I used to know, For whom I could break my bones, For whom I could break my pride, For whom I could break my heart.

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Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC

I wonder

I wonder if you dream the same dreams as I do, If the same thoughts haunt you too; If you shed the same tears in the dark of the morning, And pray the same prayers before you pass out. I wonder if you are still the person that I used to know, For whom I could break my bones, For whom I could break my pride, For whom I could break my heart.

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