Sometimes the Little Things Hurt the Most
A few words from a guy that listened to a sad song
It hurts,
The pinpricks that sting your fingertips as you sew,
The desperate cry of the poor little stubbed toe,
The words unsaid and the words that hit home,
When you ask for help and the answer is no.
Smothered in silence, the little things will grow,
Feasting on joy, leaving me buried in snow,
A patchwork of pain that they’ll hardly know,
Death by a thousand cuts, ushered in slow.
A few words from a boy that listened to too many punk rock songs this afternoon. It amazes me how music can lift us up from a bad situation — especially the songs that share the sad stories the artists have been through. It is amazing how they turn the sad parts of their lives into something beautiful.
It is nice to know that you are not alone.
Thank you for reading and have a great day!
