World War III

I'll write this on paper
Instead of writing it on my wrists
I'll tell you my story
Life's wicked twists
Back when I was a baby
A cute and innocent soul
My parents started hating each other
War began to roll
I didn't know of this
They hid it so well
But after years of so many battles
Their secret finally fell
A door opened
Reviling all their hate
I made it to the depression Gate
There I stood
Tears upon my face
Not knowing what awaits me
And the history of this place
Hate kept battling
Love was not there
Growing up in a house
Like this was truly unfair
Fifteen years old and scars all up my arm
It is still only the beginning
Of what life can harm
My parents are splitting
My heart is shattered and broke
I'm forced to pick a side
When I've lost all hope
I feel bad for my dad
Truly I do
Seeing him alone
What do I do?
The war is nearly over
I'm miserable and weak
I fought a war that was not mine
And yet I still feel
Like a freak.