Hurting Poems Novels & Stories

“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 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

Her bruises throbbed, and every movement she made sent waves of agony through her chest, where Garret’s fists had landed, the force of his blows leaving her gasping for air. She could feel the rawness in her skin as she shifted in her corner, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but nothing eased the pain. Her abdomen, too, was a constant source of torment. The cramping, the sensation of pressure building deep within her, felt as though something was wrong. She instinctively curled her body tighter, but it only worsened. Her breath quickened, short gasps escaping her lips, as tears welled in her eyes. She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain.

I'm also impatient, so I grab it and turn it over. The sketch is beautiful. A woman holding her heart in her hand. As I look at it, I tilt my head, her body appears to be melting in some ways. She looks beautiful, but like she is hurting, holding her broken heart in her hand. I begin reading the poem. Shattered reality A broken vision Sees imperfections Flaws and disfigured Beauty is the truth Truth is lost Bound by the words Fear that cripples Shattered reality Broken vision Unable to see the beauty

My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside. Tears blurred my vision as they spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t—” My voice trembled. “I didn’t mean—” But the words fell apart before I could finish them. My teeth sank into the edge of my fingernail. Hard. The sharp sting exploded across my tongue as metal and blood filled my mouth. I barely noticed. My body was screaming. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Hurt yourself. The thought whispered through my mind. Hurt yourself.

Lylah felt like she had been gut-punched. The familiar nickname, once a term of endearment, now sounds like a cruel taunt. It was like Raj had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart. Lylah's mind reeled as memories came flooding back. Memories of laughter, tears, and whispers in the dead of night. Memories of a love that had promised forever, but had ultimately betrayed her. She felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to contain her emotions. Her eyes pricked with tears, but she refused to let them fall. Not in front of Raj.

I never knew love could hurt like this and I started wishing to never know what love is. The unbearable pain made me long for someone to hug and comfort me. I began calling upon my father's name, seeking refuge and solace. The hurt ran deeper than anger. The realization that I was in danger at the hands of my own mate shattered my heart. Holding my ripped dress, I tried to cover myself, left alone with the overflow of misery inside me.

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.

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.

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been Oh Oooh The way that things have been Oh Oooh Second things second, Don't you tell me what you thing that I can be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea Oh Oooh The master of my sea Oh Oooh I was broken from a young age Taking my soul into the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, Took at me, Shook at me, Feel at me Singing from heart ache to the pain Taking my message from the pain Speaking my lessons from the brain Seeing the beauty through love .................................... "Mother, please! I didn't want to hurt her! I didn't cut her!" A little girl 8-year-old little girl cried, her eyes begging for