Another sleepless night.
Vermin crawling under my skin.
Gruesome death of friends and family played on a loop.
Even during the day… The voices… Never relenting…
“They just put up with you, they don’t really love you.”
I kneeled on my bed. Hands clasped. Head bowed. I needed an answer.
“God… Why do you torture me?”
Then, as easy as that, like a soap bubble popping the answer came.
“Because I love you.”
Sure doesn’t feel like it…