Reader. Writer. Romantic.

All The Small Things

It’s easy to say
Don’t let the small things bother you
But you don’t know me
The intimate way I know me

You don’t know what it’s like
To have a small nip
Gnawing away your insides
Until it’s raw and throbbing in pain
Turning nothing into a life destroying travesty

I wish you could understand
That this is the way I am
I wish you could help me through it
Instead of telling me not to worry

What you don’t understand
Is the monsters under your bed
Live inside my head

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