Words of a teenage escapist.

I attempted to read your most intricate thoughts but like how the dark clouds block the morning sunlight from passing through, you shun me away and you close up, leaving me hanging. You cast me flickering looks and the room is filled with heaviness and wincing breaths.

You speak up and is that guilt I hear? Your voice is laced with it and I almost feel sorry for you. I’m the only one left. The others have abandoned us, abandoned you, abandoned what was once ours as a whole yet I chose to stay. I’m not asking you to do something you don’t want to do, I’m just asking you to be considerate. And to stop being so foolish. You’re selfish with your thoughts, with your feelings, with your emotions. It’s eating you up yet you choose to do nothing about it, you choose to let them destroy the inner recesses of your soul, you choose to be stubborn because you’re afraid.

Of what? Of me judging you? Of trusting? Of letting go?

Come on. Tell me. I won’t leave. I won’t tell you otherwise. I’ll simply listen and maybe give you a hug afterwards.

I want to be your stronghold. I can be your stronghold. But only if you’ll let me.

So please please please free your heart from sadness. Sadness is a beautiful thing but you’ve had too much of it and it’s killing you bit by bit. I don’t want to be the one picking up the pieces.

And please cry. I can see you holding it in. It’s okay to cry. I’m here.


Mom, please.