Poems That Make U Cry Novels & Stories

so much fucking more. These tears are the kind that you cry when you have lost all sense of reality. The kind that you let fall when you are screaming in a quiet room, just begging for something to hear you. Just begging for... I don't know. Help? A cure for the pain? The kind of crying that is so strong that it's hard to breathe. The kind that makes you gasp for air and makes you sick to your stomach. The kind that you only do when you are truly at a loss for words. The kind that you only do when you are completely heartbroken. I have done this.

I sit back, rubbing my arms like I can warm myself from the inside out. At first, nothing. Then–one notification. User: SeasaltHeart — “You are not alone. I could have written this myself.” Another. User: NotYourDoll — “I left him after 11 years. Best decision I ever made.” And then they come faster. Lines from women whose faces I’ll never see but whose pain I can feel like heat through the screen. User: MamaWithoutBaby — “We’re not broken. They’re just blind.” User: GhostBride — “I’m sitting on the bathroom floor crying because someone else knows what it’s like.”

Raisa wrote a poem entitled in the quiet, she then reread her work. In a lonely corner of the silent night, I hug your shadow in this loneliness. The longing that slices the heart, Flowed with tears that did not stop. In every beat of my heart, There is your name that echoes sadly. The hope that used to strengthen, Now only a painful memory. I walk in empty hallways, Without direction, without light. All the promises you once made, Are now just shadows that disappear slowly. Time passes slowly and cruelly, Leaving deep wounds.

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

I will miss our trips to the nearby pool, We'd rather read books there and pretend to be cool, I want to say goodbye one more time and cry with one more kiss, Goodbye, my mother, it's you I will forever miss, When the storms fill my eyes, and all the feels make me cry, I'll remember your sweet lullabies as I say, 'Goodbye. Jeremy leaves the microphone, and everyone next to me pats my back. I never knew what to say at funerals. Poems were the only words that made sense to me. Of course, they don't make sense to other people, but to me, that poem wasn't for them. The sparrow in the tree spreads its wings and flies out into the clouds. I know deep down that's the last time I will ever see that

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c

Hoping to see her bright smile. Then, Joenabell suddenly tells him a poem. "The moment I met you Was the moment I feel you, Then a moment I fall. As if you are for me I am for you, Made the world seems blue. Never know that time, The time that passes by, Made me let you try That my love was enough To make you had enough. This love of mine Love says goodbye So, this heart of mine, Will have to cry Cry to the deepest shallow. The heart never knew that it would come to this,

You were not supposed to be listening. Leon::"Well I am sorry if I have ears.So is that all you have written ? " Ariadne::"My poems generally don't have an ending." Leon::"And why is it so ? " Ariadne::"I don't know I just don't like the endings." Leon::"That way I never liked the concept of crying......." Ariadne::"Who likes to cry ? " Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because

The love that I had imagined between us seemed to have shattered into a million irreparable pieces. With a heavy heart, I retreated to my new room, shutting the door behind me. The silence was suffocating, amplifying the echoes of his bitter words. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face as I cried my eyes out. It felt as though my world had crumbled around me, leaving me adrift in a sea of anguish and uncertainty. Hours passed, the tears flowing unchecked. My sorrow seemed endless, consuming my every thought. Seeking solace, I reached for my phone and played a familiar song that held a special place in my heart. The melody washed over me like a balm, its lyrics resonating with my