Poetry About Hurt Feelings Novels & Stories

It outturns same result. Her once rapid beating heart beats nor pumps no more. It's all empty, quiet and soundless. It's void. I gasp painfully. I really am highly pained and hurt. My heart wells and bleed. Feels as though numerous flaming wooden spike's uniformly peirce into and through my skin. Well it ain't no friendly pierce. My eyes also reddens. It reddens really badly. It visibly explains my every hurt and pain. Hurt over Hermonies death.

Judith's POV, Days had turned into weeks, and still, I couldn't shake the pain. It was like an open wound, festering and refusing to heal. I had been through breakups before, but never had I felt such agony. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole in its place. I tried to distract myself, to move on, but nothing seemed to help. The hurt was too deep, the ache too raw. I felt like I was drowning in my misery, with no way out.

CRYSTAL POV It hurt. It hurt to a point where I felt like my soul had been ripped into tiny little shreds. The tears coating the apples of my cheeks mingled with the cold night, entrapping me with a cruel sensation that resembled walking through a scorching tunnel of hell.

Each word he utters is a fresh wound, but paradoxically, also a balm. "I... I can't believe this," I finally manage, my voice a broken whisper. "I'm so hurt. So incredibly hurt. You... you did all of those things. You tried to take everything from me, everything I loved, everything I worked for. I was so lost, so broken." The tears keep flowing, each one a testament to the agony I endured. I remember the sleepless nights, the gnawing doubts, the crushing feeling of worthlessness.

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.”

Had I somehow offended him in some way during the times we met up? I tried to think back but it was all a blur. Hot tears filled my eyes again but no ones fell But why couldn't I bring my hand to my mouth? It must have hurt terribly but the only sensations I experienced was the overwhelming feeling of sorrow, and the need to be held. But I couldn't do anything about it. I just couldn't. What was this pain I felt on the inside? Was this how much love hurts? Didn't they all say love was beautiful? So why was I feeling it all so keenly? Why did it feel like someone was trying to squeeze my lungs out with their hands?

One of the most painful things on earth is to lose a loved one. Whether in death or heartbreak. It's a pain different from all others. You feel every burn, every ache, your senses awaken, and greedily await a memory to sip in and then wreck your entire being. She took everything. His Light. His Heart. His Soul. It had no end. For years it went on like it would never end. But, it did. He ended it all.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

My eyes met his, and his lips parted, his brows furrowing with pity. "Fuck, Red. What are you doing to yourself?" I shook my head slowly. "It would have been easier if I had succeeded with that poison, don't you think?" "Red." "Why does it hurt so damn much? Why does it feel like my beart is being ripped out of my chest, and why does it feel like I am being brought on my knees to beg? Why does it feel so fucking awful?" Manuel covered the distance, then went on his knees in front of me, his hand cupping my cheek. He let his thumb run over my cheek, hisveyes darting across my face.

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.