Depressing One Shots

falling, failing, crashing

Falling, falling, falling.

I never stop falling.

I can't walk. All I can do is fall, fall, fall.

Or sit. I'm pretty good at that too.

I miss the thrill of running. Chasing my dog down the street. Playing soccer with my friends.

But instead I fall. Every time I try to walk. I fail. I fall. I cry. And I tell them to give up. Because I have.

I roll my way outside, seeing the other kids jumping rope and laughing. I miss my best friend.

In the same accident that left me in this chair left her on her deathbed. Everyone is so sympathetic. And that's just it. It's pathetic. If anything they should so some empathy and realize that I just need space.

Fall, fall, fall.

My least favorite word is fall.

I'm never going to fall in love. No one would love me.

I always fall when trying to walk.

And Fall is the worst time of year.

Fall.

The season where this charade all began.

That's the day of the crash.

Crash.

Another one of my least favorite word.

Because it began my new chapter.

And because that's all I'm able to do in this dumb wheelchair.

Crash into the trash can. Into my parents.

I'm tired of this chair.

But there's nothing I can do.

So I sit.

I stopped trying to walk, which stopped the falling.

And I stopped rolling myself around, that stopped the crashing.