Hurt the Hurt

I hurt and so do you, Don’t act like you don’t feel it too, You say you’re fine, you say you’re strong, But that kind of lie don’t last too long. You tell me, “Leave me be,” Then you’re reaching out for me. By my side in the rain, We don’t have to hide the pain, I hurt my wrist, I hurt my back, I hurt in ways I can’t unpack. I may not hurt the worst, But I’m drowning in the thirst, For a little mercy in the dirt— Yeah, I hurt the hurt. I hurt my heart on things I can’t fix, On almosts, maybes, what-ifs, You carry yours like a loaded gun, Like showing weakness means you’ve lost or won. You say, “Just leave me alone,” But you don’t wanna fight this on your own. By my side in the rain, We don’t have to hide the pain, I hurt my wrist, I hurt my back, I hurt in ways I can’t unpack. I may not hurt the worst, But I’m choking on the curse, Of trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt— When I hurt the hurt. We ain’t competing for a crown, Ain’t no trophy for breaking down, Your storm’s yours, mine’s mine, But we can stand in the same hard time. By my side in the rain, Let it fall, let it stain, Every scar, every crack, Every ache we don’t say back, We may not hurt the worst, But we’re better than we were, When we finally say the word— Yeah, we hurt the hurt.