My Life My Hell

In the depths where shadows dwell,
A tale untold, a life, a hell.
Each dawn, I rise with weary might,
To ward off darkness, fight the night.

Tooth and nail, I wage my war,
Roaming these streets, forever more.
Four jobs a day, just to survive,
In this cruel world, where dreams don't thrive.

A bed sit, oh, this wretched room,
No space to stretch, no space to bloom.
A place so small, it mocks my plight,
No room to swing a cat, no room for light.

A landlord vile, a beast obscene,
A pig who feasts on others' dreams.
He pounds demand, with threats in tow,
Harassing young women, an evil show.

Repair, he won't. A cowardly act,
A dirty, disgusting pig, in fact.
Pestering for payment, he seeks his bribe,
Demanding payment in sex, his twisted pride.

I try to help, I really do,
But this fucker knows no mercy, too.
He weaves a web, entangling and hard,
Leaving scars unseen, forever marred.

Dark thoughts arise, in desperation's grip,
As he tightens the noose, that slow, painful slip.
To kill, to do nasty things, it's true,
What choices remain, what more can I do?

Yet, in this struggle, a voice emerges strong,
A flicker of hope, amidst the wrong.
For strength lies buried deep within,
A warrior spirit longing to win.

I'll fight with courage, despite the strain,
In a world relentless, devoid of gain.
With every breath, I'll take a stand,
Resilience burning, flames of defiance fanned.

And should these walls continue to close,
I'll brave the darkness, where hope still grows.
For even in shadows, a light can ignite,
Guiding me forward, through endless night.

So, onward I march, enduring the strife,
To outshine the darkness, reclaim my life.
In this gritty, edgy battle, I'll hold my ground,
For a better tomorrow, where solace is found.