Comfort Room

The water felt cold, as well as my surrounding.

thoughts sprung into my head without knowing,

emotions all over the place till it became tear.

I couldn't scream, no matter how I push my voice out it wouldn't come out.

I couldn't hear anything but my gasps and I plead for help, my eyes watering and as my hands unconsciously scratch my body in every way.

scratch, scratch, scratch. I scratched till my scalp bled and my things marked.

I had no control over my body, I just wanted to scratch away the pain.

I felt so small

so alone and vulnerable.

they wouldn't hear me, they couldn't.

as I stood to ask for help I fell apart, head to the tiles while my body lays cold, shaking.

Is this the end?

Scared to death, I couldn't breathe nor feel my body.

but they yet to notice my absence.

as one last push for help, nothing but a towel draped over my body I seek help.

as I cry into the room I mouthed " It hurts I can't breath"

my consciousness slips from time to time until I cried like a baby to my mother's call.

my face puffy and full of scratches, my body in two towels draped on my body - my only source of warmth.

mother's soothing voice as she cried,

"Im sorry ma" I kept on repeating, again and again

Im sorry for almost leaving you.

-- Its been a long time since I'm back here but only for today ((;