When the Earth was created and the humans were made. God created a thing called feelings. And as in every fairytale there's always an enemy . This enemy is called hurt He goes around prancing up and down killing joy as it was a passion of fate. Killing the love of peoples hearts . Setting them for failure and laughing as he ate. He feed off the damage of love . Dreams . And courage . He slowly kills u from the inside with a pain nd unpleasure . He grows from the weather. The drizzling of tears. Tears of joy? No pain . Like standing outside lonely crying in the rain...