Feeling Hurt Poems Novels & Stories

Vera pov Numb That's what I feel right now. My entire body hurts like a truck ran over it,my vision hazy with tears. If I knew before that this stupid heat will be this bad, I wouldn't have stayed here. Another wave starts in the pit of my stomach and I pull on the chains binding me to the wall. Dammit! It burns so bad. If it wasn't for these chains,I would have scratched myself to tear my skin apart.

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

hate you for all the time I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating.

But the wounds she carried were not just physical—they ran far deeper, etching scars upon her spirit. A wave of helplessness washed over Haider, threatening to drown him in a sea of despair. The pain he felt was suffocating, a weight that pressed upon his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The intensity of his emotions reached a crescendo, as if the the world around him faded into insignificance. Haider's gaze remained fixed on Ameera, his eyes filled with tears that mirrored her pain. Every fiber of his being screamed out in agony, aching to alleviate the suffering she had endured.

I barely registered Mia's enthusiasm as she excitedly exclaimed about posting a picture of her meal on social media, while I was spiraling deeper into my torment. Instead of enjoying the calm moment with her, my mother’s hurtful comments looped in my mind like a haunting movie scene. Each word was a stab to my heart, cutting deeper into my fragile soul. I felt like I was bleeding inside, as if my heart and soul were being shattered into a million irretrievable pieces. My chest felt tight; I struggled to breathe, unable to think clearly. All I could do was sit there staring at my food.

My pain was seeping back in. Every breath I take feels like swallowing shards of glass, cutting into my fragile resolve. The wounds of my pain, raw and bleeding, pulse with a fiery intensity that engulfs my entire existence. It's a raging inferno that consumes my thoughts, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes of despair in its wake.

Because no matter how many hands touch me, no matter how many voices murmur around me, I’ve never felt more alone. After a while, they all left, leaving me alone in my misery. My hands are now bandaged to my wrists, and there's no traces of blood in my hands now. Drops of tears fall onto the white bandage as I look at my hands. I still can't forget the words he said to me. But why am I so hurt? Why do I feel as if I am wronged?

Each raindrop feels like icy needles against my skin, amplifying the discomfort of my injuries. As I lie there, dazed and disoriented, a wave of agony washes over me, engulfing me in a sea of torment. My head throbs with a pulsating ache, and every breath I take feels like shards of glass piercing my lungs. The rain beats down on my battered form, mingling with the blood that trickles from countless unseen wounds.

I just slouched down and cried. I have no idea why I’m crying I just know I’m feeling hurt Why do I feel so alone Why am I always getting hurt.. Why do I always seem unfit for true love. Why do I feel so broken… I know why.. Its because for a moment there, I felt hope. I felt cared for.. I felt loved I felt that teeny bitsy hope that maybe… Just maybe… Shawn was it and just like how death comes unexpectedly to a stubborn fly. My hope died as quick as it came.