Hurt. You know you are.
You know you were.
You know you will.
By those far and close. Hated and loved.
Hurt by those you appreciated and respected. And by those you regret saying a single word to.
Maybe you stood up to those people, and were told it was no big deal. Or maybe you didn't, and were told you should've said something.
Or maybe you hid. Disappeared from the world, disconnected yourself from your emotions and memories because you couldn't risk being hurt again.
And now you're gone. And so are they.
And you're not just hurt...
You're broken. Shattered and burnt, attacked and dented.
It will be okay. It doesn't have to be okay right now, but it will be.
You might feel terrible, but it isn't your fault. Remember that.