Laughs and Lobotomies

What crime am I guilty of to be tortured as I was?

That’s all I want to know.

What did I do that was so heinous?

So horrible?

I keep searching through what’s left of thoughts, memories.

I don’t know.

I don’t know what merits this.

I really don’t.

Maybe it would be easier if I felt I was atoning.

But I don’t know what I’ve done.