Behind a locked door, there lies a child
You hear the sound of quiet crying as you look at their red face,
Their fever coming to a boil,
Their skin clammy and aching
Their throat so sore it makes no noise
They look into your eyes and
You see defeat,
the wish to scream never coming true
Their eyes turning into a swirl of black nothingness, it almost swallows you hole
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
Behind a locked door, there lies a child
You hear the sound of quiet crying as you look at their red face,
Their fever coming to a boil,
Their skin clammy and aching
Their throat so sore it makes no noise
They look into your eyes and
You see defeat,
the wish to scream never coming true
Their eyes turning into a swirl of black nothingness, it almost swallows you hole
I have been getting sick on and off severally for years. It seems every-time I do it is a constant uphill battle not to become extremely depressed as I’m isolated in pain and can’t take care of myself. I used to be a lot worse spiraling crying for anyone to care but after being shown so many times it doesn’t really matter I have almost come to be okay with the loneliness that being an adult on your own has created. But today, I feel that screaming child wanting anyone to hold me and being reminded there is no one to.
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