Poetry About Hurt Feelings Novels & Stories

Was this all just some cruel game to him? His voice dripped with scorn and contempt, and every word felt like a dagger to my chest. The pain he caused wasn’t just physical—it was deeper, a twisting agony in my heart. I felt like I was being crushed under the weight of his disdain, and it was as though he wasn’t content with just shattering my heart; he wanted to stomp on the broken pieces, leaving nothing but dust and sorrow.

☆Samira☆ There was a huge hole inside my chest, a chilling emptiness that I could feel with each breath. I could feel the cold air passing through it, yet whenever I pressed my hand against my heart, my body felt whole. But that wound was undeniable. They had torn away a significant part of me, leaving behind a huge hole. For what purpose? What did I do to deserve this? Daniel. Kate. Linda. What did I do to them? What sin had I committed?

My mind racing, but can't think straight. The betrayal cut deeper, like a knife to the gut. I feel like I've been punched in the face, but it's not just physical pain. It's like my whole world's been turned upside down. Someone I trusted, someone I...cared about, could do this to me? My eyes burned as my fists clenched to the mug, wanting to hit something, anything. With a crash, the glass shattered cutting my hands yet I felt no pain. But it won't fix nothing. It won't take away the pain as my blood dripped out of my battered hand.

she shouted, her fingers pointed at me like a dagger, her eyes blazing with anger, like a wildfire raging out of control, like a volcano erupting in a frenzy of fire and ash. "Please," I pleaded, my voice cracking like some broken mirror, and my heart shattered into a million pieces, just like a vase that has fallen, its shards in every direction. "I'm so sorry, Kally," I mumbled words tumbling out in some kind of confession, appeal for absolution, attempt to ingratiate, leaf on the gale my voice was, while it still could. It was too late; words had gone out there, the hurt was given, and all one could do then was stand frozen in fear, waiting for the storm to pass like a seafarer waiting fo

"But now, it feels like everything has shattered. I feel betrayed and hurt, lost in a sea of confusion and heartache." Her cries echoed in the room, a lamentation for the pain she couldn't bear alone. The anguish surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her entirely. She longed for Vivian's comforting presence, his strong arms to hold her close and assure her that everything would be okay. But he was gone, leaving her alone to face this storm.

It's a riptide I can't escape. I wail because the man I love is gone. He's here now, but it's all a mirage. One I would give everything to sustain for an eternity. My chest hurts as I sob in bellowing cries. I can't hold onto him anymore. I collapse to my knees, heaving and gasping in pain. A pain so profound that it's become a pang no physical injury could ever inflict. I don't know anything that's ever hurt this badly.

Aris seemed to be so near… yet so far and I was still being hurt up until now. I tilted my head and looked upwards to prevent my tears from falling. For the past six consecutive days, I did nothing except for the crying. I couldn’t believe that the hurt in my heart now was worse compared to what I experienced with Ivan. True enough, the word ‘hurt’ holds a lot more meaning than usual. It holds more than what we could perceive, accept, and understand.

The city looked the same with cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward but inside me it felt like the entire world had tilted off balance and refused to set itself right again. If I had to put a word to the silent shattering of my heart, the aching tug that pulled at my chest with every step, it would be heartbreak. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind people write poems about or heal from with tubs of ice cream. No, this feels like heartbreak laced with poison, like I willingly swallowed something fatal because I knew it was going to hurt, because deep down I knew I was the cause of my own ruin. The words Grant spat at me last night won’t stop replaying in my head. They circle endlessl

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

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.