Tortured

I will never understand why people torture themselves. 

They reread old, love letters.

Look at old, happy photos.

Watch old, joyful films. 

Remember old, grace-filled times. 

Many humans believe they are holding on to these because of the memory which such items bring.

But I'm smarter than them. 

I know they hold on to the past to use as torture. 

Torture is the only word to use. 

They relive the good moments that they will never have again. 

They replay the bad times that constantly repeat. 

Torture is the only word to use. 

They break themselves down. 

They kill themselves on the inside. 

They will never be able to be happy because they are torturing themselves with darkness and hatred. 

I torture myself with the person I used to be.

Written June 30th, 2014 at 11:02 p.m.