Feeling Hurt Poems Novels & Stories

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.

Dante had hurt me. And inside, everything felt hollow. The tears came again, unstoppable now. I let them fall. Let myself feel every jagged edge of it.

become so sad to the point of tearing the hearts of others. "I tried to be cruel, tried not to care about you, but I really couldn't do it. Every word you said was like a needle piercing my heart, it hurt. Saying I was cruel, you say it again. Even when I touch her, her whole body trembles, she doesn't know that this moment makes me more helpless than ever."

Her armor crumbles the moment i hold her, and she lets the sobs take her. I stand there, feeling just as broken, feeling helpless, watching Seven O'clock thaw the morning sky. I just stay there, sharing her hurt, wishing i can squeeze it out of her, wishing i can scoop it up and take it away. Standing there, wondering why this planet finds so much fulfillment ripping good people in parts.

I HATE when others hurt my children! My child…..my child is hurt. My child has been hurting for a while, and I’ve felt that pain. I’ve felt the piercing in her heart and the confusion in her mind. I’ve curled up in bed and sobbed with her. I’ve tried to take my heart out like she did, hoping the pain would stop. My child is hurt, and she’s……. she’s dying.

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.

I never thought that I had a soul. I never gave any thought to the notion. But now I know I have a soul because I can feel it being ripped apart. I never knew there was pain like this in the world. I’ve suffered all manner of injuries in my life, but nothing will ever compare to this. It feels like someone has taken my soul, tied it to a tree and is whipping it with razor blades. Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be.

I should've felt embarrassed to pee in front, but instead I was thankful as I adjusted the robe I was in and relieved myself. Everything hurt so bad. Sitting was no better than lying down and somehow in all of this, the inside hurt more than outside. "Why do you have to be so stupid, stupid Rosie? Why can't you just be a Rose without thorns? Because trust me it hurts everyone in the situation equally." Quietly I stared at him. Not breathing, not speaking but just a stare that showed exactly how enraged I felt about what he said just now. How could any of them possibly hurt more than I have and am right now?

My throat tightens with a painful sensation and suddenly, it feels like I’m about to tear out of my own skin. “Do you really think I’d hurt you?” I whisper, my voice laced with hurt and white-hot rage. Amani lifts her head and the sight of her eyes, huge and filled with tears, is like a sharp blade through my heart. “They hurt me and so can you!” She cries bitterly. “All of you are the same. All you ever do is hurt me!” My heart breaks then. It literally shatters. “Amani, no. Baby, I would never…”

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.