road kill

9pm, car.
I did not wear my seat belt that day as the car sped
I secretly wished to BANG!
I had no hope in anything
Nothing to look forward to
Nothing at all to believe healthily in.
Everyday is like another day the angel writes and writes against me in the book of life.
Everyday I just make people feel angry as I try to keep myself sane
Why have I not given the hurt I showered upon the people I love most, back onto myself?
Or have I already, considering my wretched soul.

Some days I wake up a devil or
I wake up knowing I was a devil or
That I was a devil 3 seconds ago.
Death tempted me
I just hate the thought that it might just hurt the people I love.
But I think the people love to hate me till I hurt.