Hurting Poems Novels & Stories

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.

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."

But I can't escape it, it's so alive, burning through me and I think I am screaming but I can't hear my voice. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

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.

Judith's POV, Days had turned into weeks, and still, I couldn't shake the pain. It was like an open wound, festering and refusing to heal. I had been through breakups before, but never had I felt such agony. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole in its place. I tried to distract myself, to move on, but nothing seemed to help. The hurt was too deep, the ache too raw. I felt like I was drowning in my misery, with no way out.

The pain they caused was unparalleled, a deep and agonizing wound that cut through her heart with every breath she took. Their actions had sent chills of sorrow and devastation through her entire being, leaving no corner of her heart untouched. The weight of their malevolence was suffocating, a constant burden that threatened to crush her, body and spirit, under its ever-present weight. She yearned for release from this relentless suffering, for an end to the never-ending anguish that had become the basis of her existence. She found herself trapped in a suffocating web of despair, desperately searching for a glimmer of light amidst the impenetrable darkness that enveloped her.

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

Those men who will not think twice before hurting me, if they lay their hands on me. As I make my way through the thorns, my feet bleed as they pierce into my bare feet, and the long run has added more pain to my feet, as if the earth's anger towards me wasn't enough, the sky decided to add to my pain, the sky was crying, it's raining heavily, drenching me.