I Want To Live Poem by Vanilla Thriller

I want to live
I want to see
Isn’t this how I’m supposed to be?
Sick
Twisted
On the verge of wicked
That’s the world in few words
This horrible place of a ball
Crime riddled
I’m in the middle
And I want to see it all
Gunshots ringing
Bad new bringing
A thick cloud of despair
In it all
I’m living the life
Bad?
I don’t care!
Cruelly
Brutally
Fighting to survive
Fighting to stay alive
Living
Seeing through the fog known as depression
Slowly but surely
Becoming an obsession
To make it
To take it
What’s rightfully mine?
Simple existence.