To live...

To exist is a dangerous game Yet i wake up everyday to voice of the world calling my name It's hard being me, the pain and at the end I don't always feel the same Hoping someone would see my pain thru these poems and not the shame To exist is like pulling the trigger of a loaded gun Pointed at myself, it isn't really fun Can't escape it neither can i run To exist is me accepting the pain of not living To exist is me following the wind with no destination, just moving To exist is not knowing what i means to win, living is winning