they scorned
how such a
Little Thing
could tip her
off the edgehow childish
silly
immature
to die before
you fledgebut if they
thought
for just
one second
then maybe
they would
seethat it was
lots of
Little Things
which
finally
killed
menot names
not games
not parties
not martinis
not drugs
not bugs
not size
not guys
not exam results daybut stress
and mess
and voices
and choices
and betrayal
and fail
and pain
and insane
love for a girl
like meLittle Things
add up
though they're
Little
to youmy whole
World
was built
from
Littleand
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.