Gacha

Since I was little, I've held a gun tight,

Dragging corpses on roads, lost in the night.

I was alive, but my loved ones were gone,

Enemies still breathing, while I fight on.

Every night’s a nightmare, days filled with pain,

Love's in the shadows, while my foes remain.

The souls of my friends whisper soft in my ear,

Caught in a cycle, drowning in fear.

Torture at night, my mask wears a smile,

"I'm happy, I'm happy!" but it's all just a trial.

Lying to others, my feelings concealed,

A burden I carry, my heart never healed.