Feeling Hurt Poems Novels & Stories

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to

Maybe they right to be scared. But lies still hurt. Betray still hurt. I curled on grass and cried. Until nothing left. Empty. Moon Goddess blood girl who only know be lost broken girl. That all she ever been.

Every time I begged for love but never received. Every humiliation. Every tear that fell from my eyes. My life was pathetic, every single bit of it. And now… It was ending. Just like that. I felt my body hit the ground with a sickening thud. Pain exploded through me instantly. It was sharp, excruciating. I couldn’t breathe. Blood filled my mouth, spilling past my lips as I gasped weakly. Everything hurt. My head. My chest. My limbs. It felt like my entire body was breaking apart from the inside.

The city looked the same with cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward but inside me it felt like the entire world had tilted off balance and refused to set itself right again. If I had to put a word to the silent shattering of my heart, the aching tug that pulled at my chest with every step, it would be heartbreak. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind people write poems about or heal from with tubs of ice cream. No, this feels like heartbreak laced with poison, like I willingly swallowed something fatal because I knew it was going to hurt, because deep down I knew I was the cause of my own ruin. The words Grant spat at me last night won’t stop replaying in my head. They circle endlessl

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

She read the poem again, this time with distance: --- **My touch no longer raised goosebumps. My presence went unnoticed. I stopped existing in his world, yet he still lived in mine. I shook him harder, hoping he’d remember me, remember what he felt the first time, even if just once. Maybe he’d turn around and say he was sorry, say he never meant to hurt me. I screamed his name louder and louder, each cry falling on deaf ears. No movement. No response. Only silence. I stared at the man I would’ve burned bridges for,

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

“It hurts to see that you are sitting in front of me, despite seeing your head separated away from your neck that day. It hurts to see that you talk to me but I do not understand a bit. It hurts to see that you are here, watching me sad but do not hug me. It hurts to know that I cannot be engulfed in your warmness. It hurts to have the disability to ask you the questions that linger in my mind. ” Afterwards, her lifeless yet sad eyes glanced at me while I felt like her words were becoming snakes that kept tightening their grip around me. It felt like they kept on biting me and as Cressida’s words sank inside me, the poison of the snake’s bite was spreading slowly but making me useless with t

The moon, a silver crescent against the velvety night sky, cast a soft glow upon their weary faces. Silence enveloped the trio, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the rhythm of their breathing. The wounds inflicted by the hurtful words lingered, their pain etched into the fabric of their souls. Each of them carried the weight of guilt and regret, uncertain of how to navigate the fragile path towards healing.

The pain of impact is dull compared to the anguish ripping me apart from the inside. Anger. Hurt. Guilt. Rage. Love—it all swirls within me, a tempest that won’t let up. It’s like I’m drowning, choking on all the emotions flooding me at once. I’m a force of destruction, unable to stop, unwilling to stop, as everything in my path is torn apart.