It's the 'little' things that break us.
From the names in the hallway,
To the shout at the end of the day.
From the cheek crushing slap,
To the ankle breaking crack.
From the 'slut',
To the very deep cut.
From the insults,
To the heart breaking results.
From the lip popping smack,
To the guy smelling of crack.
From the guy getting too close,
To the over dose.
From the start,
To the end.
It will always be the 'little' things that break us.
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UPDATE:
Life at home still sucks and doesn't look like its improve any time soon 😢
But I have someone to get my mind of it for a while... But they won't stay.
Have a good night/day... As well as you can.
YOU ARE READING
Are you still laughing? (Book 2)
PoetryBut I always thought you'd come back (All disclaimers in the bar above :))
