Poetry - Short stories - Life

Torture.

If i could record the memories of the situations i've seen and been put in.
If you could see what you said and did, how it affected the people and the 
outcomes.

For every single person, blood or not.
When you pull and rip and tear every good thing from that person, everything
they ever found hope in.

You shatter their life's, you steal there health, you torture there minds 
and you control their thoughts.
You live your life already with regret, mistakes, accidents.

You found a soul only beginning that journey and pulled away at it til it
had no hope, no where to run.

Not even a home to rest. You did that to escape your own reality's, making
someone else's issues a problem to escape your own shame.

J.Sullivan
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