NP: The Cab, Bad

In an instant, everything around me can be changed.  Smashed cars, bullet wounds and a sign of hope can all happen in a blink of an eye.  I want it bad.  Something to believe in; or someone. Confidence escapes me in ways you may not realize or even care about, but I notice and that's what counts.  I notice the worst part of me.  The good; the bad; the ugly.  Beating myself up to the point where I cry myself to sleep.  It's easy really; beating yourself up.  The world is a hard place filled with twisted, violent and hurtful people that tear you down and could give a flying tuck about it.  If there's one thing that can reach in to our hearts and help us overcome everything; it's love.