Boy Crying

The sound of a frustrated voice filled the room, "What's wrong with you, Hank?" The sharp tone cut through the air like a knife, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Hank's heart sank as he tried to come up with an explanation for his latest mistake. He could feel the weight of disappointment settling in the room, heavy and suffocating. The sound of his own thoughts racing echoed in his ears, a cacophony of self-doubt and regret. A high-pitched wail pierced the air, the sound of a boy crying echoing off the walls. The heartbreaking sound tugged at the heartstrings of anyone within earshot, a raw display of vulnerability and pain. The sobs seemed to carry the weight of the world, each one a desperate plea for comfort and understanding. It was impossible to remain indifferent to the sound of a child in distress, each cry a dagger to the soul. "What's wrong with you as a person?" The accusatory question hung in the air, heavy with judgment and disdain. The sound of contempt was like a bitter taste on the tongue, leaving a sour aftertaste that lingered long after the words had been spoken. It was a question that cut to the core of one's identity, forcing a harsh examination of one's flaws and shortcomings. The sound of self-reflection was sharp and unforgiving, a relentless echo of doubt and insecurity. The sound of frustration and exasperation filled the room, a chorus of voices rising in unison to ask, "WHAT'S WRONG?" The collective outcry reverberated off the walls, a symphony of confusion and disbelief. The sound of frustration was palpable, thick in the air like a heavy fog that obscured clarity and reason. It was a cacophony of chaos, each voice adding to the tumultuous mix of emotions swirling in the room. "RLM WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE?" The mocking jeer cut through the air like a sharp slap, the sound of derision and scorn dripping from every syllable. The cruel taunt hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the room. The sound of mockery was like a poison, seeping into every crevice and corner, leaving a toxic residue in its wake. It was a sound that left a bitter taste in the mouth, a reminder of the power of words to wound and hurt. The sound of disbelief and incredulity filled the room, a chorus of voices rising in protest, "What's wrong with you people?" The incredulous question hung in the air like a cloud of uncertainty, thick and oppressive. The sound of confusion was overwhelming, a tidal wave of doubt and suspicion crashing over everyone in its path. It was a chaotic symphony of discord, each voice adding to the cacophony of discontent and unease. The sound of self-doubt and insecurity echoed in the room, a solitary voice whispering, "What's wrong with u?" The plaintive tone was filled with uncertainty and fear, a trembling echo of vulnerability. The sound of self-doubt was like a dull ache in the chest, a constant reminder of one's own shortcomings and failures. It was a haunting sound, a relentless shadow that followed one wherever they went. You can play and download these sounds here.