Once the nausea sets in,
You’ll realize that you were just emotionally punched in the stomach.
When you feel short of breath,
You’ll realize that all the air inside your lungs just dissipated.
After you feel weak,
You’ll realize your heart was just ripped from your chest.
And then you’ll feel dead,
Like your floating in a world between reality and a hell you never thought possible.
You’ll feel angry, sad, tired and emotionless all at once.
That, I believe, is what “hurt” is.