My emotional state, the devils gate, should never be explored.
If done so, it is not insured that the pain you will face can be indured.
My brain is split like in half, just imagine a pie. One half is on an emotional high.
My life is kinda going well. The other half luaghs and says "isnt that swell"
It then procedes to make me fall to my knees in pain, in anger, in hatred.
I can be kind,easy to find and I will have your behind.Then the other half comes out and about.
It turns me into a monster who requires no foster.
It begs for blood, for pain, for battle and the skys to be full of bullet rain.
I plead to be a marine and im not even eight-teen.
And where have my parents been.
They dont even have a clue about what happends behind the scenes.
