Emotional Pain Deep Poems Novels & Stories

I say It leans in slightly Then prove it Before I can react Before I can think It reaches out And touches me The moment it does Everything breaks Pain explodes through my body, not physical, not something I can fight, something deeper, something that rips through memory and emotion and power all at once I scream But no sound comes out I see everything My childhood My family Their deaths Every moment I chose to be strong instead of breaking Every time I pushed the pain down Every time I told myself I would survive no matter what It all crashes into me at once Too much Too fast Too real And beneath it

A deep sadness stems deep – how times change that there was color to life. “How time seems to move fast.”, I whispered. A small gap on the large window blew a gentle air. The leaves rustling, the mellow melody of the wind – the serenity. Once again, I have pushed the pain back to the depths of my heart. Ignoring it for the nth time. For how many times I plan to avoid it to the point of bursting – would be a matter in the future.

The sudden stillness was oppressive, a haunting reminder of what had just been lost. A scorching agony tore through my chest, threatening to buckle my knees beneath me. The anguish was suffocating, an unrelenting weight that crushed me with the merciless force of a steamroller. My chest felt heavy, constricted, as if the very air had been squeezed from my lungs. Each breath was a labored feat, every movement a Herculean effort. In my endlessly long lifetime, I had never encountered a pain so piercing, a grief so overwhelming. It defied comparison, an anguish that shattered all precedence.

Yet, inexplicably, the sobs remained trapped within me, somewhere inside my chest, at some corner closer to my heart, the pain too intense to articulate. How do you put pain in words? The pain of being torn from within? The agony of betrayal, both emotional and physical, defies description. It's a visceral ache that gnaws at the soul, tearing through every fiber of one's being. Words feel inadequate, like trying to contain a tempest in a teacup. I didn't want to understand it because I knew no amount of words could encapsulate the torment I felt at that moment. "Stay away from me," the words escaped my trembling lips as I sought support against the console. I attempted to steady my ragged br

The memory brought forth a wave of pain and vulnerability that still lingered within her. Vivian recalled a time when she faced immense emotional turmoil, battling through a period of deep sadness and despair. The weight of her experiences weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling lost and broken. It was a time of personal struggle that tested her resilience and strength. The pain Vivian endured was profound, leaving scars that haven't fully healed. She remembered the sleepless nights, the tears that seemed endless, and the heaviness that clung to her heart. It was a dark place, one that seemed impossible to escape.

He looked pitiful yet infuriatingly cute at the same time. I smiled and replied to my friend, "A world of difference." At least, in my heart, it was.

How could they find joy in my pain? As I sink to the floor, the hard surface beneath me offering a small semblance of stability. I allow myself to fully succumb to the overwhelming emotions that have been building up inside me. The sobs wrack my body, each one a release of the pent-up anger and sadness that I have been suppressing for far too long. The sound of my own cries reverberates in the confined space, a symphony of vulnerability and despair.

Defeat hung heavy in the air, a bitter taste on my tongue. The ache in my chest intensified, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within. "Why does it hurt so much?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible over the symphony of nature. The world around me continued its steady rhythm, oblivious to the storm raging within my soul. I took a deep breath, the forest air cool against my skin. My heart clenched like someone is trying to steal my breath from me, like someone is trying to claw out my life from me. Why the fuck does it all hurt so much?

ARIA POV A wave of sorrow engulfs me. My heart pounds as if it is going to leap from my chest. My hair stands on end, my breath uneven, and the scorching sun angrily pours its wrath on my skin as floods of emotion come crashing over me. Why, Mum? Why do you have to leave me this way? I hope she is alright, but my eyes tell a different story. A cruel reality washes over me like water on the shores of a beach, and my soul basks in ultimate displeasure. Pain and despair embrace me like a shield.

If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine