Everyday it’s all the same,

Just being pathetic to everyone and everything.

It’s not even a choice anymore,

It’s become a part of me, a feeling.

What’s done is wrong or disastrous,

Even standing causes earthquakes.

I tear floods upon countries,

With hurricanes from my breathing.

Loved ones despise me, even… her.

I can only leave and never come back,

Always too much of a mistake to be trusted.

What if I wasn’t born?

Life would be so much better for them.

With me in the way,

Chaos curses they’re souls.

Why care and why try?

None of them do so why should I?

I don’t deserve to be a life liver,

Nor the desire to accomplish the possible.

Dark nights wonder around my emotions,

Day light severely burns my skin.

Alone, cold, and tired,

It’s what I deserve for living in people’s lives.

Run me over and end me,

Hospitals won’t even notice my injury.

All I want this moment,

Is my blood to spill on the ground.

People to step on me when on the road,

Then use me as a floor mat.

Everyone knows who I am,

I’m pure evil, pure hatred and nothingness.

I decay into the air for people to choke on,

Only because I’m a sin.