To be hurt is to know pain.
It is a sad thing to be hurt.
It is sometimes a very painful experience.
It is the shattering of illusions.
It is the breakdown and reform of ones reality.
It is physical, emotional, and psychological.
It is a reminder of how important life is.
It breeds anger, it fosters hate,
It carries tears, glories in pain and leaves sadness.
It is a reminder that nothing is the way it seems.
It shows you who your friends are.
It shows the fragility of bonds.
It can be the result of destructive words and actions.
It travels with with harm, plays with trauma and it makes deals with death.
To be hurt is to be alive.
To be hurts is to receive an injury whether to the mind or body.
It is being critisized, humiliated or despised.
To be hurt is to lose a loved when you had so much you wanted to say that you will never get to.
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To Be Hurt
PoetryHurt comes in different forms. In this poem, are a few things that I associate hurt with.
