I am not a doctor
I am just a herbalist
in my village I patch up all the people, for doctors are far and few between
I like to do it
they always come to me for medical help
because I am good at it
but it hurts having no one to patch me up
this pain is inherent to all relationships a herbalist has
because a doctor is never around, averyone asks the herbalist for help
but no one can help the herbalist, even if many want to
a herbalist with a good heart makes everyone a parasyte
they are doomed to eternal pain
.
one day I decided to leave the village
because I could not take it anymore
I went through the forest so no one would see me
deep in the forest I fell
i broke my leg
someone came to help me
i started to cry
i started to sob
i told her about the pain in my leg
but with every word the pain in my heart would grow bigger
because the moment I saw her
I realized
she was a herbalist