Every day is like walking on a broken ankle.
It gets worse every day,
I'll stumble,
I'll fall.
As much as I get back up again it still hurts.
Im trying to walk,
Even though my family wants me to run.
If I run
I'll break both ankles.
I don't want to run,
I don't want to walk.
I just want to sit down.
There are a few people who try to pull me back to my feet,
But small bandaids won't heal something that needs a cast.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
