Hurt is royal purple
It smells like the water thats hitting your still emotionless shelterless body
It tastes like the the rim of your empty whiskey bottle
It sounds like the cars speeding by as you sit and cry on the side of the interstate
It feels like the cold wet hard gravel you have to sleep on
It looks like a wavy ocean filled with your tears
Hurt is when your stuck out in the cold and have no one to turn to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem