The Little Things

I guess it was the little things,
That you just couldn't see.
One by one we fall apart,
The only one who noticed was me.

Can no one see her scars,
Can no one hear her cries.
Is anyone there to save her,
As the blood flows and she slowly dies.

She goes out everyday,
As she leaves behind her daughter,
Denying everything that she said.
Thinking lies will make it better.

He hides himself from others,
Ever since that day.
Depressed forever more,
Because you passed away.

Her voice becomes hoarse,
From all the smoking she increased.
All she does is cough now,
She can't find the words to speak.

She was once so strong,
Now she is growing weak.
While she feels judged by all,
It must be some mistake.

My cousin and mom and uncle,
And my two great aunts too.
Were only a few out of many,
That were affected by you.

But of all who have changed,
I think I may have the most.
Just thinking about this when I'm alone,
You were the one who had to be diagnosed.

So it started with the little things,
That we just chose not to see.
One by one we fell apart,
But the only one who chose to understand was me.

**plz-rate**