Emotional Pain Deep Poems Novels & Stories

Every ounce of her wished she had the nerve to swing her body off the top of a building; to walk deep into the depths of the ocean and stay down under; to take a gun and place the cool metal down her throat, pulling the trigger, shooting away the pain. Everything has fallen apart, nothing holds any longer. She is just twenty-four but soon she will be counting days to the end of her life that just began. Everything that once brought her pleasure now brings only misery and untold pain. Why did it happen to her? How could love be this wicked? How could just one mistake lead to such a grave disaster? She is in so much emotional pain and it doesn't hurt as a cut or a bruise would. It is just this

Others thought maybe I was impervious to it but in real sense I felt it see down in my heart and we both know, emotion pain is twice painful than physical pain because unlike physical pain, the former has no antibodies and macrophages to fight it off. At gun point, my captors watched me ravenously chew the donuts and sip the hot mug of tea leaves with a pinch of sugar, it was more than I could have asked for. Maybe I deserved everything that life was throwing at me because...and this had just occurred to me...when I was in a position to lead a better life, to help others somehow I did not and instead got consumed in the life of Tessa, gave her the world I had promised and forgot others also

I spread my legs farther the pain oozes from the start of my spine down to my rectum that assigns an unwavering strike straight to my abdomen. I feel the tear that occurs within me, how my pup makes a way to life. Each push feels like my insides are being pulled at twisted and gorged. I am underwater and drowning I cannot breathe well. "Give me your pain, my light. Let me share yours." Deimos states as I immerse my claws into his flesh without warning and he bleeds with me. My pain is his. He grunts and groans to the injury I inflict on his body yet he takes it without hesitance partaking in my pain. His emeralds never leave mine his soul speaks to me, encourages and subdues my bitter suffer

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

The pain was great, Sara thought, she had read once that emotional pain was harsher than the physical one, she didn’t remember the name of the book nor who wrote but she cursed them both, for the bastard mustn’t even know a shred of the pain she felt to dare say such a thing. It was the kind of pain that made one want to die, the kind of pain that made the mind give up, turning numb because it was too painful to think, during those times, her mind shrieked to the back, and she was left with a small portion that only expected waves after waves of pain, with the demoness never failing to oblige. And then there were the words that only added insult to her injuries.

In my mind, I promised to take better care of myself after this. I felt their emotional wounds were so deep, more painful than the gunshot wound on my leg. Every time I thought of Serena, my heart felt heavier. I imagined how she must have felt the pain from the suicide attempts she had made. Until finally, when she jumped from the building, the pain must have been immense. I couldn’t imagine how excruciating it was when her body hit the ground, and more than that, the pain that pierced her soul. Physical pain might fade over time, but the emotional scars they bore seemed endless. Every time I thought of their faces, especially when they looked desperate, my heart sank deeper. It felt as if

Allen spoke, with deepest concern shining through his eyes, grasping my hands in between his hands he pressed and tried to a firm what he had mentioned. I was so affected by what happened just some seconds ago, that I was in no state to listen or understand a word. "Are you listening to me." He asked, to reassure, I just nodded not able muster back my energy to utter a word, it is truly said, emotional pain hurts more as compared to physical pain. When we are physically hurt atleast we know where we had suffered a wound, we had pain killers and ointments for it early recovery; but when our soul is hurt the wound is incurable and utmost painful. Nothing feels right, all things seem to deepen

Raven The pain was real . It was both physical, emotional and mental. There was this burning sensation in my chest that extended to my abdomen. I've taken many deep breaths ,hoping the burn would go away but it didn't. Emotional pain hurts as bad as the physical. It's worse than the physical because at least you can treat the wound and lessen the pain. But what I'm feeling right now can't be healed. My head was aching so bad,my eyes burned from trying to force back tears and I'm pretty sure my face was swollen .

She clutches me tightly, burying her face into my neck as she takes deep, shaking breaths. Despite the warmth of the sun and the weight of her body against mine, there is a chill running through my chest. It's like a weight has settled there, sifting its way through my stomach and into my heart. It's the kind of pain that feels deep and dark, like it won't ever fade completely. We hold each other there, lost in our own thoughts and feelings. The world slips away, leaving us both to our pain and sadness.

He felt like something was closing instead. Not physically. But emotionally. And that made everything feel more real than it had before.