The Child

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