He ran his hands over my past -lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. And when I thought he'd run away like the others had, he told me I was a warrior, and that I'd never fight another battle alone. And he lied!
I often just push the feeling of hurt down. For example, with friendships and people saying mean things. Cause those things mattered to you and someone picked at it. It hurt cause it did in fact matter to you, and they tore it apart.