Deep Words For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

I heard him groan loudly, as if he had never experienced anything this good before. Experiencing so much heartbreak in a day, I felt my heart couldn't take it any longer. More shattered than the pieces of a mirror, deeper and more painful than the depths of the ocean, my heart felt as though it had already exploded, and I didn't realize when I screamed in tears. “Tyler!!!” Immediately he heard my voice, he shot his eyes at the window and saw me in tears. His gaze fixed on my sorrowful and broken reflection, like a sudden realization of the profound impact of the words spoken.

" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down. But that small flame touched Shawn's drawing and it quickly went up in flames. I screamed and lunged for the drawing, but it was too late. The fire was too fierce, and the drawing turned to ashes in no time. I sat among the glass shards, letting them cut into my skin as I held the ashes. "It's gone. Everything's gone… Shawn's last drawing is gone, too…" "Shawn, I'm so sorry." I whispered to myself.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

I yanked my hand away and asked, "Funny how you never thought of me during the good times, only now when there's trouble. You say raising James wasn't easy - was it easy for me being fooled by both of you? Doesn't James have a child on the way? Go ask the mother for help." I'd continued the conversation out of curiosity, but this comment opened the floodgates. "That worthless Amy! I gave her everything she wanted during the pregnancy. James even gave her $200,000! But that ungrateful snake ran away the day after James was arrested, saying the baby wasn't even his! What did we do to deserve this..." She broke down crying, looking at me like I was her last hope. They say a mother sees her chil

I cried. “Hush. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. I love how you always stick up for our relationship.” “Well, duh. Why would I date someone that I would be ashamed of? I would be devastated if you didn’t claim me like I claim you.” “Devastated, huh?” “Actually, the word I’m looking for is heartbroken.” “You’d never have to worry about that, Mama.” “Good, because I’d bust your ass. You better be out here reppin’ me like a set.”

Hollow. “Fucking bastard,” I breathed. “I’ll never forgive you for this.” The pain wasn’t just physical. It felt like something had been ripped out of me, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel whole again. Now I understood real heartbreak. Not the kind people whine about after a breakup. The real kind, the kind that cracks something open deep inside you… and leaves it bleeding. I remembered my dad losing his mind after my stepmother miscarried five times before she overdosed. I didn’t care back then. She was a monster. But now?

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."