Am I a person or a monster, I don't even know if I'm alive. For all I know I don't have a soul anymore. I walk the streets as a threat, not even talking. Living as a vengeful shadow. Casting my darkness and pain around me leaving people through hell thinking I'm crazy. Fake friends who don't care for me. My friend died a week ago but I still keep moving because I have no tears to cry I'm numb to pain, I've got no heart. Yet I'm still alive. So why live. . . For my pride, my dignity, and my name. That's my motivation to keep moving forward without any concerns. So keep on with the obstacles and I'll pass them, break them, and crush them. Cuz I