Novel & Cerita Broken Hearted Poems That Make You Cry

“We were supposed to have more time... You promised me. You can’t leave me here alone like this!” My cries grew louder and more painful. They echoed off the high walls and came back to me like ghosts. Tears would not stop. They kept falling and falling. My eyes swelled until I could hardly see. The pain in my heart felt bigger than anything I had ever known. I had lost everything. The man who made me feel safe. The only light in my dark life. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you...” I stayed there, broken and alone, crying until my voice turned into weak gasps and my body had no more strength. The tears still came. Slow and endless as my entire world came crashing down.

She was lost in her own world, a world of pain and heartache. She needed to outrun the pain that threatened to consume her. She ran faster and faster and stopped. She let the pain and heartache wash over her, and she screamed. She screamed into the darkness, her voice echoing off the trees. The sound was raw and anguished. It seemed to come from deep within her. It was a sound of despair, of loss, of heartbreak. Crystal felt herself breaking down. She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces, each one of them sharp...

I found myself drowning with no rope taken out for survival. It was the sorrow, heavy, like the weight on the larynx, hardly able to breathe. I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces, each piercing me with its razor-like sharpness. I just felt like I'm losing Adrian, that he slipped away and there was nothing to do to return him.

Every memory felt like betrayal, proof of a dream that had never existed. Tears fell again. I pressed my forehead against the glass, inhaling the wet, metallic scent of rain. My fingers traced the condensation, smudging it with trembling hands. I wanted to scream. To cry until I was empty. To make it stop. I had always told myself I was strong. That I could handle heartbreak. But this—this suffocating, relentless ache—was beyond anything I had imagined. It consumed me in waves, drowning me in every possible emotion: anger, despair, longing, betrayal, love, loss.

The sound of crying was the worst sound in the world. The wails of sorrow and loss made my eyes tear up and my heart to squeeze. When I heard Mason brake down in front of me in his drunken state I thought my heart broke. But as I heard the cries of the women and children who lost their mates and fathers, my heart shattered.

Crystal is the only thing I have in this world, I will keep him by my side no matter what. I will make Crystal the foundation of your life after this, everything I will do for Crystal, I will not let anyone separate me and my baby. 'But why does it still hurt so much?' I can't get rid of this sadness from my heart, so now how can I be strong with all the things that happen in this life? My heart is completely broken now, broken and shattered into pieces. 'Shit, love has made me so weak. I don't like this feeling, but I'm forced to endure all this pain.'

It felt as if my world had shattered into a million fragments, and I was left standing amidst the wreckage, desperately trying to piece it all back together. I Can't even put together why I was crying, I cried yesterday too, I thought I was emotionless for years being unable to cry, but now it feels like I am about to stop breathing from tears, my heart breaking pieces as pieces, was it because hedidn'tt find me worthy enough to know?

I had poured my heart and soul into trying to keep myself intact, but once again, I found myself broken into pieces. I could hardly bear the overwhelming emotions that flooded me when I collapsed onto the ground. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the remnants of my shattered determination. The room, felt as it was closing in on me, suffocating me with its heavy air. Each breath I took seemed like a battle, a constant struggle against the weight of my despair. And with every beat of my heart, I was painfully reminded of the pieces of myself that lay broken.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

C H A P T E R 2 : A S H E R W O R L D C R U M B L E S You do not know what heartbreak is until you look at yourself in the mirror with tears welling up in your eyes, seeing your reflection as a disappointment because they left you for things they thought were worth it. Trust me there is nothing beautiful about aching from the insides. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬