As the clock ticks
Each second wasted
Wasted on depression
Wasted on anxiety
Wasted on life
As the days go by
I realize how big of a fuck up
I really am.
It hurts
I'm not one to lie about pain.
It's almost as if a happy child
Tormented by monsters and nightmares
The pain you feel
When that child falls and
Scrapes their knee.
A child that has been abused
Pushed down to the ground
Kicked, beaten to nothing but a bloody mess
A child that has nobody to go home to.
A drug addicted mother
Who sells herself for money
For not the child, for drug money
A starving child
The pain you feel for that child begging for food outside a corner store
Life kicking that child down and beating it to dust.
You are the child.
The child with many pains
The unloved child
The forgotten child.
You know abuse
You know sorrow
You know what it's like to go unloved
But I promise you something;
You are loved
You are cared for
You are everything to the world