The Message

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I was 
Flat drugged
Snot bleeding
Laughed at whimpering
Willing my tears back into their ducts
Ashamed of their unwillingness to follow orders.

But at least I wasn’t
Torturing my wife
In front of her family
To show
Who was really in charge.

Instead, I was
Gripping
Live electric wires
As every muscle fiber screamed
So my children could keep loving their dad.

You’re right.

I was unstable.

What the hell was I thinking?