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.
 
                                               
                                                  