It hurts

I wrote this about my dad. Words seep deeper than you'd imagine.

It hurts,
How we laugh,
How we cry.
It hurts,
How you told me,
That you're already dead inside.

It hurts,
The way we talk,
The way we smile.
It hurts,
How we eventually give up,
After a while.

I'll always remember,
How we cried.
When you told me,
That it hurts inside.