For most, torture is something physical.
For instance being peeled of from our sacred skin we take refuge in, or being burned by that cigarette **** over and over again.

But to me, torture is being alone in the dead of night

In my room, with nothing but me and my destructive mind. Its overthinking all the little details. Its not knowing why that person suddenly stopped talking. Its that corrosive feeling of worthlessness that your mind convinced you of being. Its when war wages on inside your brittle self and you know you could not hold on any longer. Its when youre all alone with no one there to save you from yourself.

Its a torture that makes death seem like a friend. Beckoning you into its embrace.