Deep Words For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

As soon as he's gone, my tears fall and everything that I didn't feel when I was around him comes crashing down, weighing even heavier on my heart and soul than they did before. I curl up into a fetal position on my floor, not bothering to get into bed. Everything hurts too much to think logically right now. My heart is broken beyond repair and my wolfs despair at losing her mate for the second time is too much to handle. I close my eyes and allow an unfamiliar feeling to take me into the comforting darkness.

"In the silent alleys of the heart, Trapped is a deep pain. A love once so pure and beautiful, Now torn apart by hidden lies. Lips that once whispered eternal promises, Now break the shackles of trust. Your heart is broken by betrayal, A wound not easily healed. Tears flow like a rushing river, Flooding every corner of your empty heart. Disappointment and anger fill the recesses of your soul, eroding the warmth you once felt. In the darkness, you wail alone, whimpering of loss beyond measure. And yet, from the devastation emerges." "Inside her silenced chest, The wife cries in the dark. Her heart is cut, an invisible wound, When love once so strong, Now withers and fades, like a dead flower.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

His heart were shattered into a million pieces. Daniel's heart was heavy and throbbing. He hated the pain he felt. He had never felt this heartbroken about anything. The last time he was heartbroken was when his mother had refused to get him the latest Nike air force shoe when he sixteen because he had done poorly in his math test. He as hurt and heartbroken that day but it was completely different now because it hurt more. He didn't loose a pair of Nike air force but this time he lad lost the most beautiful and perfect woman in the whole universe. It felt as if he had fallen into a cactus, and his heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stung at first, but now it fe

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

Each word he utters is a fresh wound, but paradoxically, also a balm. "I... I can't believe this," I finally manage, my voice a broken whisper. "I'm so hurt. So incredibly hurt. You... you did all of those things. You tried to take everything from me, everything I loved, everything I worked for. I was so lost, so broken." The tears keep flowing, each one a testament to the agony I endured. I remember the sleepless nights, the gnawing doubts, the crushing feeling of worthlessness.

I didn’t realize that sometimes, the heart continues to crack and fracture, little pieces falling away with each passing day. I now know actual pain, genuine fear, and real heartbreak. I’m dead inside. I’m useless; I’m unwanted.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

The pain is consuming, destroying my very heart and soul It hurts so fucking much as the weight of everything crashes down on me all at once—every lie, every moment, every choice I made. Everything I destroyed. Everything I lost. Reading that last part, I finally understand why Sierra looked at me the way she did. Why she couldn’t forgive me… Because sorry means nothing…. Not when the damage runs this deep. Not when you’ve shattered something beyond repair. Not when there’s barely anything left to save. I lean back against the chair, eyes squeezed shut to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

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.