Hurt

How can a lost love that hurt our hearts so bad compare to a knife in the back that made our hearts so mad? When just the reminder of all the crosses you have bared and all of the bridges that you have burnt on a dare... stay with you like one long nightmare. And you try to convince yourself over and over again. That the only one who can remove that knife from where it has been is the one who un carelessly put it there that one who called himself friend. And a heart was meant to be broken... How can thy say it so easily? Unless of course, they have never had one broken like me.