Every time I seem to cry,
it all goes back to the day I tried.
I love to play sports, and feel
my baggy shorts.
I love to win games,
but now it isn't the same.
I got into a fight,
that one night.
As I was clutching that ball,
i began to fall.
My knee smashed to the ground,
my heart began to pound.
I was sent to the emergency room,
as they zoomed in on my knee.
They told me that it was busted,
and suggested me to not play.
Now I sit here and watch my team,
as they cream the other teams.
Our team still won, but it wasn't
any fun, and it still didn't feel
as if we won.
