It hurt

It hurt so deep, it hurt so much,

And the pain was mine to keep.

No tender words or written poems 

Could wash away the aching grief. 

My heart was broken, oh so bruised, 

Divided in two - Or shall I say - in three 

As I stood there in silence, among the living,

And whispered softly "It could have been me".

It hurt as the dawn,

Among the longest night,

found it's way to rise, 

and roses ceased to bloom.

Oh, how it hurt as the rain fell, 

From the tireless, crying sky.

It hurt as the cloudy days,

Dragged on, and time stood still. 

It hurt as I was hugged, 

And the sun finally appeared, beyond the hill.

It hurt. It did.

Like a million stabbing knifes,

You see, it was good to feel such love,
but so wrong to loose those lives.