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Emotional Tumors

The anger within you
The depression of my own
Together we can view
What inside of us has grown

In your youth, as a child, you had such violent thoughts
In your mind, it was revenge that you constantly sought
In your life, there was a fire that blazed behind your eyes
In your dreams, you saw visions of the one you grew to despise

The hatred and rage you cannot let go
Like tumors inside, they continue to grow
Will they erupt, and kill you in a flash?
Or will you succeed to cure them at last?

The anger within you
The depression of my own
Together we can view
What inside of us has grown

In my youth, as a child, I had many lonely days
In my mind, I had hopes of escaping someday
In my life, I held depression as my closest friend
In my dreams, I thought of my life, and how to make it end

The sorrow and stress I cannot let go
Like tumors inside, they continue to grow
Will they erupt, and kill me in a flash?
Or will I succeed to cure them at last?

I fell into the darkness
That you fought with all of your might
My hopes slowly grew less
While you had your goals in sight

I catered thoughts of suicide
I dwelled upon the negative
You took on life, and kept your pride
You refused to quit. You dared to live

Through hatred and rage, you had grown strong
When used to your advantage, the tumors died before long
But through sorrow and stress, I had grown weak
My tumors became larger, and my future became bleak

Then you became an idol, you forced me to see hope
Of somehow surviving, of somehow learning to cope
Would I succeed? Suddenly I became sure
It was then that I realized that you'd handed me the cure


This poem is dedicated to my cousin Jim,
who helped me through the roughest times of my life.
Thanks for being there.