A child begs for my attention.
“Notice me, help me.” They cry.
But I’m used to this, I’ve blocked them out for so long.
“Please notice me, help me.” They cry louder.
I push them back and build up some walls.
I cage them in.
They scream, “Notice me! Help me!”
I only plug my ears to quiet the noise.
I learned to ignore them.
No one hears the wailing child but me.
So I pretend that they don’t exist.
The wailing gets quieter and quieter.
My unease builds, making my skin crawl.
I went to their cage and called to them.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Notice me, help me.” the child calls.
“I’m here, I’m here.” I cried out.
But I fear that they can’t hear me.
The walls stare down at me, mocking me.
“You built me to protect you. You can’t do anything about it.” it mocks.
And I believe it.
“.....Help me,” I hear the child murmur.
“How? How can I help you?” I asked.
I feel guilt wrapping itself around my chest.
“....Help me,” the child murmured quieter.
The wall cracks but doesn’t budge.
“I’m trying, I'm trying but I don’t know how.” I sob.
“........me.” the voice dies out.
That child was me.
Author's note: Okay so I wasn't feeling good mentally last year and decided to just write how I felt. And this was the end product. When my friends read this they almost cried. So sorry if this made you upset.
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