Hurt is the sparkle with fire in your eyes.
Hurt is the pain that lies deep beneath crook and crannys of your heart.
Hurt is fearing the feeling of crying at night, in darkness, afraid of open scars again,
Again, hurt is gut to gut feelings, heart to heartbreak, pain to painful, anger to angry.
Hurt is blind to happiness, blind to smiles that pretend to be real, and are fake.
Hurt is uncontrollable hate, fate, marking dates of unfortunate moments, moments of sadden truth.
Hurt is you; you see the light, but the reach is too far from you.
Hurt is feeling lost feelings, being lost within feeling while trying to feel what you are feeling, but don't know how.
Hurt is me; me when you're hurt because of I; I am so sorry
I hurt worse.
Hurt is love; love will drive you crazy, stomach pains of deep intimacy and believing love is true, but hurt chose you before the light found you.
Hurt is the last tear from your eyes when you realize no one understands your tears when they fall; they can't swim in your river of pain, it's too deep ended.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Too steep attended.
Hurt is frustration taken out on the victims; victims hurt more.
Hurt is the forgiveness when forgiveness shouldn't apply.
Hurt is known to be a verb, though the hurt is a noun; me; when the hurt applies to you.