Dear Mom

Tell me you don't need me anymore and let me go.

I don't want an ultimatum.

I just want to go.

And do the same.

Carry on with your life.

Move out as well.

'Cause I'm sure as soon as the tides turn for me, you'll start saying that I left you behind, just like my brothers, they got sick of you and Dad and left and don't have time for you.

I hope to don't deal with more of it when I move out.

So I ask you with all my heart, let me go and let yourself go too.

Don't stay here.

Things should have been this way long ago.

Everyone moving with their lives without restraint.

Without mind games and this guilt thing.

I want this ending.

I want this freedom.

No more toxic environment.

No more posing the "alright" family when we know it doesn't work anymore.

One day you'll understand when I say that I feel the only bond existing is by blood.

The affection bond decayed long ago, we just refused to see it.