Feeling Hurt Poems Novels & Stories

It outturns same result. Her once rapid beating heart beats nor pumps no more. It's all empty, quiet and soundless. It's void. I gasp painfully. I really am highly pained and hurt. My heart wells and bleed. Feels as though numerous flaming wooden spike's uniformly peirce into and through my skin. Well it ain't no friendly pierce. My eyes also reddens. It reddens really badly. It visibly explains my every hurt and pain. Hurt over Hermonies death.

His touches that drives me foolishly. Where is all that Lucas? Has it disappeared like a bubble? Why can't I feel it? My heart is as cold as an ice flake. I need your hugs! But I can't seem to caress your face anymore? Are you going to leave me forever Lucas? Oh my dear Lucas! Because your love hurts me! You left my heart wounded! I gently rubbed my face! My tears just kept falling awfully. Is there no end to my crying? The anguish of my heart? I feel like being stabbed with a knife! My heart is bleeding profusely!

Look what it’s doing to me. Is this what my mother felt like all those years? After losing my father? The constant ache that reminds you that you’re not whole. Fuck. Love hurts. ***** UNEDITED

Her words reverberated through his mind like a broken record, her tone and delivery etched deeply into his memory. They had stripped him of his defenses, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. The weight of her words felt crushing, pressing down on his shoulders and threatening to overwhelm him. His emotions churned within him like a tempestuous storm, refusing to dissipate. Alexander took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and quell his turbulent emotions. But the hurt remained, persistent and nagging like an unceasing ache. He raised the glass to his lips once more, the smooth burn of the scotch offering temporary respite from the pain.

CRYSTAL POV It hurt. It hurt to a point where I felt like my soul had been ripped into tiny little shreds. The tears coating the apples of my cheeks mingled with the cold night, entrapping me with a cruel sensation that resembled walking through a scorching tunnel of hell.

The night they cynically came to the hospital she seemed rough and soulless but now she seemed like such a gentle and innocent woman. Perhaps God had put her in my path to convince me that this revenge was hurting me. Maybe she was more soulful than I thought and I was really wrong then. There was something else that caught my attention and that was those lyrics. They were so sad. They expressed a deep, deep pain. But who could hurt such a soul so deeply? The lines of the poem she wrote kept echoing in my mind: “With feet lost in the fine sand I’m heading for the shore, shy and tentative

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.

My mind racing, but can't think straight. The betrayal cut deeper, like a knife to the gut. I feel like I've been punched in the face, but it's not just physical pain. It's like my whole world's been turned upside down. Someone I trusted, someone I...cared about, could do this to me? My eyes burned as my fists clenched to the mug, wanting to hit something, anything. With a crash, the glass shattered cutting my hands yet I felt no pain. But it won't fix nothing. It won't take away the pain as my blood dripped out of my battered hand.

It's crazy there, is no bigger critique than your mind The white page is now filled with ink, as I stare at the words or rather the feelings I inked wishing someone would feel them as deeply as I do and maybe then it will soothe them, and make them realise that they are not alone. Stare into the darkness, my feelings blend into them. The heart cries, the heart laughs, the time passes, but when will I ever learn, to let go. Will it be when I drown, or when I rise? is it supposed to hurt this much loving others?

They will be asleep very soon. But, there is no peace inside my mind and heart. I am feeling guilty, vulnerable and hurt. My mother and sister are also hating me. In this world, no one loves me without my children. Everyone is thinking of me as a rapist!! This word is ringing in my ear and piercing my heart every time. I am feeling like dirty trash whom everyone hates. Of course, everyone should hate me. After all, I have done that heinous sin!! I only want forgiveness. Will Aradhiya ever forgive me.?