I'm just a little piece of this world. Just a tiny piece.
I slip through the cracks of people's lives. When I slip, I always hurt myself.
I'm scared that when I finally get to them, they'll push me away through the cracks again.
I'm just a little piece of this world, a tiny piece. It doesn't matter what happens to me or it might be but not to the world.
So why does it still hurt?
#Wind
(Photo is not mine.)
