I have a friend.
She goes by the name, "Insanity."
She shows me wonders,
Beauty that no one else sees,
She knows me so well,
Feeding the desires,
That no one else can understand.
In public, no one likes me.
They call me names.
They ignore me.
Like I am not a human.
Insanity says she'll make them all disappear soon...
With my help, of course.
But, she's a bully.
She likes to anger me.
She likes to scare me.
She wants the tears to pour down my frightened face.
Bleed me of emotion.
I endure it.
I don't want to lose my only friend.
The doctors try to take her away.
Do I really want her to leave?
She loves me...
She hurts me...
But it seems I have no choice.
With me, she will stay.
And I will be dragged further and further into her world.
Have you met her?
I hope not.
With her care comes sorrow and misery.
I have been submerged in the hell she calls home.
In this place, none shall escape.
Blood, smiles, lollipops, death, sweetness, horror, tears, fun.
Engraved on my soul, "Property of Insanity."