they scorned
how such a
Little Thing
could tip her
off the edge
how childish
silly
immature
to die before
you fledge
but if they
thought
for just
one second
then maybe
they would
see
that it was
lots of
Little Things
which
finally
killed
me
not names
not games
not parties
not martinis
not drugs
not bugs
not size
not guys
not exam results day
but stress
and mess
and voices
and choices
and betrayal
and fail
and pain
and insane
love for a girl
like me
Little Things
add up
though they're
Little
to you
my whole
World
was built
from
Little
and
Death
is
too
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
