Crying Metaphors Novels & Stories

The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up. As I cry, I hear a knock at the door. It's soft, hesitant, as if the person on the other side is unsure if they should disturb me. I freeze, my heart racing with fear. Who could it be? Adrian, come to gloat over my misery? To smirk and tell me how I'm his prisoner? "Go away!" I yell, my voice hoarse from crying. I just wanted to be alone, maybe even die here. I don't even know how I feel right now... The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

she said "No way I'm letting you see my ugly face......it's wrong for you to even see me cry" I said "Why? Because you feel I'll think you're a chicken?" She asked and folded her arms "Yeahh______something like that. You know the saying 'boys don't cry' most people take it serious" I put my fingers up for the quotation "Fallacy that......boys are human too, and crying is also a way of expressing one's self. It's just like saying don't laugh when something is amusing and funny to you" she explained

Hopefully, you don't catch it wrong. ________________________ And again, I was crying like a baby Most crying can make me blind 😭😭😭 I could feel what Gerald felt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially Rara felt. 😭😭😭😭 Really oh my God 😢😢😢😢😢

I can't help but cry over how he feels, because I know the feeling of losing a parent and that feeling is so painful that you think you have been deprived of something. "It's okay to cry, especially since I'm overflowing with what you're feeling and it's okay to be weak because that's the only way to get the strength to be strong. What we feel is like a cloud that when it can no longer hold the heavy water so it drops the rain." I told him and I hugged him back as well.

Her whole body shook with sobs as she buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of the pain crashing over her. The sounds of the forest seemed distant to Cora as she cried. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the gentle whisper of the wind all seemed muffled by her anguish. She let herself fully succumb to the pain, letting out guttural cries that echoed through the forest, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been building inside her.

For me, crying means weakness. And I refused to let anyone see that. "I'm sorry, Lilary."

He said slightly frustrated and angry. I looked at him without words because it was the same question I ask myself daily. I opened my mouth but my eyes opened up its floodgates. Tears flowed down instead of words. “Stop this Mira! Stop it! Crying won’t help anything. If you need help, you need to open your mouth and ask for help” he hissed.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

I felt my head aching real hard adding to the stingy pain already in my forehead. "Cry , just cry I want to see you cry."he cooed in my ears and then he starts thrusting in and out of me angressively. I couldn't screen anymore as I was too weak to make a sound. my eyes transformed into a dam of water and tears blurred my vision pouring down my cheeks like rain. I was already feeling like a slave for him, cause I willingly submitted to his want. He wanted me to cry and that I did, cause I had no choice.

Not crying. My blood runs cold.