Hurting Poems Novels & Stories

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.

The door Dimitri had cut. The dark hesitated. Then it lunged. It poured into her. From the wound inward. Fast. Brutal. It stabbed along every nerve. Coiled around shattered ribs. Wrapped tight around her spine. It did not knit. It did not soothe. It replaced. Pain shattered what was left of her world. Her hands clawed at the bone pile. Her back arched. Her throat opened in a silent scream. The last human warmth in her chest guttered. Her pulse stumbled.

The shattered fragments seemed to mock me, their jagged edges gleaming in the dim light, as I lay there, lost in a sea of despair, my world reduced to a broken, bloody mess. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse, the urn shards protruding from my chest… or my shattered heart.

Johan please come back I miss you. I shut my eyes , no glimpse of light , I go in silence , and I scream in my mind, what in the heavens did I do wrong , to feel such hell , would this pain end shortly , Or would it last long? (Written by Kurt Geric Dili.) There's no more you and I feel more lonely , there's no more you and my tears seam not to flow , there is pain everywhere ,yet it seems not to show , my blood is oozing out of my scars yet I feel no pain , just numb , I feel just numb ,like a broken piece of glass . I wrote this down in my notepad .

It is crushing to put your blood and sweat into building one, watch it die in front of your eyes, and still, bring out courage from the depths of your soul- courage to hope that, somehow, it would survive. Yes, you were late in admitting the hurt but being late doesn’t mean you were wrong. Darling, this wasn’t your fault. About The Author A two-time Quora Top Writer and top writer in fiction on Medium, Anangsha specializes in poetry and short fiction. Her compositions have won several national and international awards. Her poetry debut Stolen Reflections ended up as an Amazon bestseller within four days of its release and is still going strong on the Amazon Bestsellers list.

Her every word was like a heavy hammer banging on his heart, making him feel bursts of pain. 'Ouch! 'Why does it hurt so much?'

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

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.

To let them believe I have repeated history. Taking a deep breath,I kick open the back window. And look at the burning room one last time. "I hope regret kills them slowly, because trust me when I say" "The most hurting pains are the ones where you can't beg for forgiveness" "Where you cannot see them ,you cannot feel them" "But can only yearn for them. Can only burn in regret" Jumping from the window,I roll over to land on the grass below. Taking a sprint from this place. A big blast echoes in the silent forest and I hear screams following.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive The sky was shadowed in darkness. The rain fell like an ocean thrown from the sky. Thunder rumbled like a rock star on the stage. And a jagged bolt of lightning ripped the sky in half. The wind ran as if it was being chased. The sound of it was a strange song, howling and longing for a melody.