Broken Hearted Short Poems Novels & Stories

I feel like I'm being pulled into the deepest part of the ocean and drowning me with blood gushing out of my mouth as I try to speak to lessen the pain but butterflies kept on slicing my tongue which is keeping me mute. They were just staring at me without any trace of remorse as my heart flowed in the river of thorns. Tearing it apart. I heard a cracking sound which I thought was the mirror but then, I realized that it was just my heart breaking into pieces. That it was just every part of me shattering into pieces. The strength I have earned for this day flew away in the space where everything I had faded in my sight. It all faded into nothingness. It's so dark.

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.

"From the very first day, I know I'm weak. I'm so easily hurt, I'm so soft to the point that I'm quick to cry. I just look okay... because I have to, so I try to look okay. But deep inside ... I'm crushed. Because... the thickness of my face hurts when I see him with someone else... well, I'm the one who broke up." "The pain..." I just washed my hand from my face when Echo left me for a moment to close the door of the dressing room. "Just only reminds me of a great poet who emphasized in his piece that love was so short, but to forget is so long. Happiness is meant to be cut short, but the pain remains." Echo offered me a tissue paper, and I accepted it. Even though the foundation I had just

Pain makes the heart weak, It breaks from the inside, It could cloud our judgment, And break lovers apart... ©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Pain. All I felt was pain. All I remembered was pain. My heart was broken all over again, my body was waging a war against my mind. I couldn't think straight and all I saw was darkness. I pushed myself to the limit, telling myself there was light after this. My body was in pain yet I struggled to keep moving. And then it was like there was a door.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

The torment he endured was merciless. Yet when I heard all of this, I felt strangely calm as I looked at Bertrand, whose face had now grown ashen, haunted by regret he could never undo.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

"I, Bridget William, reject you as my mate because you're always worthless to my heart" The room spun, and I felt my heart ripping apart. The finality of Bridget's words echoed in my ears, like a mournful dirge. And then she turned and left the stage, walking away from me, leaving me exposed and broken in front of everyone. Humiliation and devastation mingled, forming a storm that raged within me. I clutched my chest as if to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together, feeling a raw emptiness that seemed impossible to bear.

"Cat, please don’t divorce Matthew! It’s my fault, I was wrong. Please, don’t leave him… I want you two to be happy." She desperately clung to me. Out of instinct, I pushed her hand away, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Matthew rushed forward out of nowhere and shoved me back. I stumbled, hit the edge of a nearby table, and felt sharp pain pierce through my abdomen. I felt warmth spread down my legs, and in moments, blood pooled on the floor where I stood. "My baby... my baby..." was all I could manage. "Hold on, Cat! I’ll get a doctor right now!"

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.