Torture

I want to be sad, I want to be horrified because the person in me is paralyzed. Dreams of deception and no more lives for my redemption, I seem to be stuck in this 3 am hour. 

Love is yet another tool to take what’s dear and all of your whole, leaving your more empty than before. 

Words and hands cannot repair this damage. 

I am tortured because I let the feelings strangle me, I let them close to me, close enough just shy of killing me.