Escape

The inability to speak and the bad temperaments are unbearable. The pains and groans are eroding my mind and senses.

Nothing is anyone's fault. Mum cannot control her pains and the discomfort she feels... But my heart and soul aches everyday more, everyday more, my care and compassion dwindles, becoming everyday less, everyday less... I don't even feel like staying home, but where am I to go in this foreign city where I know nobody?

Where are my tears when I need them? Where are the tears of relief when I crave them?

I know I need to get out of here, escape, disappear, hide, for I feel myself physically and mentally becoming ill...