If hurt had a life of its own
It would have a house with the curtains drawn
Silently it would sit until more hurt came a knocking
Then it would let that hurt come in.
They would share the same couch
Use the same bed
Hurt would make room for its friends.
Meals would definitely be optional
Hurt would not check its mail
It could not stand any more bad news
Weeks would turn into longer
And the hurt would get stronger
It would dominate all around it
No time to ask permission
Hurt just would
Nothing would take as much meaning as hurt
Hurt would send the other feelings away.
If hurt had a life, the one you are responsible for giving it.
Mws R Writings 