I Prayed For You I Cried For You Novels & Stories

hate you for all the time I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating.

I cried out to her as I tried to see her face through my blurry eyes. My hands were now stained from her bloodied wet hair, her face soaked in my tears. “Pleeeasse, I beg you, I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything!” I pleaded as my heart ached heavily. “Just come back to me mum, pleaseee, I love you, you can’t leave me! Pleeaaase! Ahhhhh!” I sat begging, hoping that I had shed enough tears and my heart had shattered enough to bring her back, that somehow a guardian angel or a magical being would hear my cries, see my agony and give her a second life, they’d let her be with me again.

I knelt by the altar, my bible in hand, and cried. “Dear Lord I'm sorry. I did something awful. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou might be justified when thou speak, and be clear when thou judge. I'm so scared… It's a sin yet I stayed. I enjoyed… No. I'm sorry…. Please forgive me, Lord. My life, everything about me… I need you now more than ever. And I'm scared of your judgement.” I cried.

Chloe's lower lip is trembling. Olivia's openly crying. And as much as I hate to admit it, my throat is tight and nose is stinging. Chloe and I came together, both of us broken and without family. But together, we've found so much more than either of us expected. I pull her close and say, "I'm so glad I fell for you."

When you cried I'd, wiped away all of your tears When you screamed I'd, fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me! -Evanaescence

Something broken. I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, but it wasn’t enough. The pain swallowed me whole, and I screamed again—louder, this time, enough for the walls to carry it. Enough for the world to hear me. And then I prayed. Not to the Moon Goddess. Not yet! I prayed that he was still here. That Reed hadn’t left. That despite everything—despite my cruelty, despite my words—he was still close enough to hear me.

He didn’t move. “I gave up everything for you,” I cried, or tried to. My voice cracked. “Everything I ever did, I did for you. Don’t you have any faith in me? Don’t you know me better than this?”

" I did. " 4. " I did. And the moment I read the first verse, my tears fell. It was a prayer... And I guess that's what I needed at that point. It says, " Answer me when I call you, O God who declares me innocent. Free me from my troubles. Have mercy on me and hear my prayer. " Somehow, I was greatly promoted to pray by that verse. With tears in my eyes... I got on my knees and prayed.

"I beg of You, heed every tear that I shed. Separation from You would bring death to my very soul, my God." She laid her head upon her arm, a fresh torrent of tears cascading down her face, dampening her alabaster skin. Her breath caught in ragged gasps as she wept softly, seeking solace in her quiet despair. "Oh, my God," she whispered, her voice trembling with anguish, "I am unable to bear the thought of separation from You. How can I convey this longing to those around me? You are my God, the very breath within me. We are inseparable, my Lord. I implore You, bring a transformation, dear Father. Alter the course of events. End this dark night of sorrow and usher in the radiant dawn of hope

I went to some countries with my parents, but in the future, I would like to travel the world alone or with some friends, the friends who still don't exist in my life. A sudden noise woke me up from my dreams. Someone was crying, I couldn't see, but I heard a man's voice crying and mumbling, "I'm really sorry mom for breaking my promise, but I have no hope left. I should leave." I've never heard a man crying as loud as he did. He must've had a hard time.