It is the little things that hurt most
The single word uttered unknowingly, a throw away .
The building up of tiny hurts that your heart can host.
They grow and grow shutting out the sun destroying your day
Try as you may to duck them or side step them if you will
You can only hide for so long, then they will get hold of you
Taking the colour from your life dragging you down down hill.
Small things hurt, don’t confide in your friends , they will just laugh at you
You can overcome the traumas and the disasters one hand tided behind your back.
Love lost love found , fortunes won and lost in the blink of an eye
The devil is always in the detail, it is the minutiae that lays you open to attack.
The little things hurt most, that off hand sideways look, that makes you scream at the sky………… Why.
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