Mom, I don't want chocolate this time.
Taking each step towards 'my room' fully drenched in pain and drained to vain. I see the grey bedsheets and secrets filled pillows Left with no hope in my willows Screaming inside, pushing all words aside, I'm hitting the wall so hard that I break my bone I was hoping all my thoughts would fade and be gone. You hear me hitting the wall but not your son hitting his lowest point. He is trembling, couldn't pick himself from his lowest point. He needs help, he seeks you but, every single time when I want to tell you about me, it tires me. I have a lot of things to tell you the mere thought of it consumes me like a sundew. Now I shall write it here because it's gonna be with. me. I know all the trauma we went through especially the ones you went through. I do realise and understand the reason behind your constant wants to make me secure. But, can't you see that your son is feeling safe but not understood? I don't want to be safe I want to be un...