My life has been horrible. I have been broken, abused, and forgotten. I have been shaped and changed by my experiences. Because of my past, my emotions are strong. They have taken on a life of their own. I have my Anger, my Pain, my Lust, and my Sadness. They protect me, they make me stronger, and they push me to do things – sometimes bad things. I need my Emotions – my Demons, my Emos – because they shield me from the monstrous demons that roam the night. How do I separate my insanity from reality? Can I accept my Emos, even knowing they might not be real? I know I won’t survive without them. **Scenes and subject matter intended for 18+, contains dark elements and scenes that may be triggering.**