Hurt

Hurt
Comes in many ways
In stormy weather
On sunny days  

Hurt
Is your best friend
Until it finds your weakness
It stabs you
and becomes your end  

Hurt
Is found in many forms
People, family, friends
And almost always ends in a storm 

Hurt
Starts in your heart
It seeps slowly and painfully up
Until you have no strength to start 

Hurt
Will rip and tear and pull
It devours you up
It can’t stop ‘till it’s full 

Unless…
You get that one ray of hope
It breaks through the storm
And helps you to cope
Always keep that ray of hope