Hurting Rhymes Novels & Stories

I couldn't stand to see their lips touching each other so I left the celebration right away. Blood pouring on my knuckles, didn't even feel the pain when I hit the wall of this bathroom. D*mn this sprouting feeling I had. D*mn this mission. F*cking I hate this life!

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.

My stomach wrung itself out until my ribs felt ready to come loose. Every heave made my neck flare again, right where the needle had gone in. Like someone kept striking a tiny match beneath my skin. I tried to lift a hand over my mouth, but my fingers only clawed at the air before finding Zach’s chest again. My nails might have gone through the fabric and into his skin. The next wave brought up less. Acid and bitterness burned the back of my tongue until my whole mouth tasted like a leaking battery. I choked, coughed, my jaw still locked tight, every breath splitting into a rough sound that hurt my own ears.

It really hurts so much… I don’t like this pain… Mommy… Please make this pain go away… What did I do wrong? I am sorry… I just want you to like me… Please stop being mean to me…. It hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts…

My other self is walking towards me, about to crown my head with thorns of pain and beauty. Beauty through the pain, My other self is staring at me through a broken mirror. Mirror of my broken self, mirror of the broken soul She is screaming, Screaming silently at me for leaving her to decay. Leaving her lost, to burn To end. The end is walking fast. Moving like the wind Moving till I can’t see.

Where the song echoes and goes with the same meaning of each words and like this. “Hold my hand, little ones, I'll take thee away into a land of wonders. Hold my hand, little one, it’s time to come out and play, take my dolls as we will sing. Drip, drip, drip. I'll teach you how, through all the pain, and the sorrows. Let them weep, let them crawl, for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions. Hold my hand, little one, it must be this way. Too weary of life, and deceptions. Hold my hand, little one, for soon we'll away, to the eerie and silence.” Stun from everything that she is seeing, Kyle smiles in amusement as the game he set so himself is one hell of gratitude and payment for the

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

I checked the time and swore. I was late. I rushed out, skipped breakfast, skipped thinking, and barely made it to class. All through lectures, my mind was elsewhere. By the time evening came, my head hurt. I walked back to the dorm, tired and angry. I pushed my key into the hole, but the door was unlocked. I pushed it open—and froze. Ryder was in the living room with some guy. Is this the “important thing” Ryder ran off to? Of course, it had to be. Ryder was literally the male version of a slut.

Everyone I got close to ended up hurt. “You don’t have to be fine,” he said softly. “Not here. Not with me.” “I can’t—” My throat closed up. “My mom is gone. Your brother tried to kill us. And I’m standing in your kitchen at 3 AM, trying to pretend none of it happened because if I start feeling it, I might never stop.” “Then don’t stop.” He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne, faint but still there. “Feel it. Break. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces.”

He believed that he lived a happy life in the five years after that, but he was actually just deceived like a fool. Leta slumped onto the couch. Tears formed in her eyes and streamed down her face endlessly. Yet, all she could do was mutter regretfully, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Unfortunately, her husband would never be able to hear that anymore. No—Harvey was no longer her husband.