WALK

 I don't think I ever told you the walk was never my choice. I was forced into it. I hated being lonely and... no one seemed to even care I was there. So... I started to walk. I built up the courage to talk to the others and slowly I had a group of people I considered friends. But I couldn't stop walking. I never thought much of what surrounded me, didn't understand most of it. I kept walking for a while before stopping. Time flew around me as we grew up. They were like a bunch of balloons and after time they deflated or drifted off and slowly I became lonier. I started to run then. I hated being lonely it was like it was chasing me and soon I was trapped in a cage. I finally really looked around. I was surrounded by the horrors that plagued my mind still. Sometimes the loneliness comes and bangs on the bars to my cage and I curl up more inside. Begging for it all to be over. Begging to be free again. I could always see my friends. I wanted to call out to them and beg for help but... I never could. I was slowly being torched. Slowly being driven insane.
 I had no soul because it was stolen. I have no heart because it was broken into the nothingness it still lies in. When I'm alone I have control again. I think of the terrors and I start to cry. My body is so tired from this pain and I'm still plagued by those... demons. I'm still locked up in there. I'm still surrounded. You think I'm fine and happy because I'm always smiling. No.
 That's the monster. He's smiling because he chased me in there. He's smiling because he has control now. He's smiling because he gets to watch me in my endless pain. He's smiling because he won. He's smiling because I've given up. He's smiling because I'm just done. He's smiling because I'm corrupted now. He's smiling because I'm INSANE.