Hurt worst of all <br />They linger and bleed <br />They hurt when you touch <br />When you smile <br />They're still there <br />Almost invisible, <br />Those tiny little paper cuts <br />Like razors they sting <br />With every move <br />On your hands when you talk <br />And laugh <br />And hug <br />And play <br />Almost invisible <br />But you can still feel them <br />Paper cuts <br />Hurt worst of all <br />Why? <br />Because no one can see them <br />But you can feel them <br />Because no one knows they're there <br />But you do <br />Because it hurts more <br />With every little thing you do<br /><br />Autumn Winds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-cuts-7/
