Poetry About Hurt Feelings Novels & Stories

But only if, I knew that affection was the most expensive of all. The pain, both physical and emotional, ran deep, etched itself into the core of my being, for me to carry everywhere like the unnecessary wait I can not bring myself to put down either. Their words, like venom, had the power to cut deeper than any physical blow. The curses and insults that rained down upon me, were like a relentless storm, drowning out my sense of self- worth. Those hurtful words, like daggers, left wounds that went far beyond the surface, wounds that no bandage could heal.

But there is no solace to be found. Why do they hate me so much? We share blood, but their words and actions cut me deeper than any foe's sword. I cannot help but wonder what sin I have committed to deserve such relentless torture. The question echoes through my head, reverberating in the emptiness. I pour out my anguish, each tear bearing witness to the depths of my pain. And still, no answer comes. Anger seethes within me, potent and fierce. It's all I have left amidst the shattered remnants of my heart. It bubbles, boiling over until I can no longer contain it. A scream tears from my throat, shattering the silence that has held me captive.

Andien wasn't even sure she had a reason to. "I'm worried about being tempted and hurt again, Hanna," Andien replied, provoking a grin from Hanna. "Do you still love him?" Hanna asked curiously. "Kenan is not an ordinary man. Who couldn't be attracted to him and fall in love with him? I'm certainly not immune to his charms. I'm afraid it's not Kenan I can conquer, it's me who gets hurt again," Andien replied weakly. "What are you going to do then?"

“It hurts to see that you are sitting in front of me, despite seeing your head separated away from your neck that day. It hurts to see that you talk to me but I do not understand a bit. It hurts to see that you are here, watching me sad but do not hug me. It hurts to know that I cannot be engulfed in your warmness. It hurts to have the disability to ask you the questions that linger in my mind. ” Afterwards, her lifeless yet sad eyes glanced at me while I felt like her words were becoming snakes that kept tightening their grip around me. It felt like they kept on biting me and as Cressida’s words sank inside me, the poison of the snake’s bite was spreading slowly but making me useless with t

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.

Bliss ‎I was suddenly feeling irritated. ‎ ‎‎Betrayal like that cut deep. Deeper than any physical wound. ‎ ‎‎It settled in my bones like poison, filling me with cold fury and aching sorrow. ‎ ‎I wanted to scream— scream at the sky, at the universe, at the people who had turned their backs on me . ‎ ‎But no sound came. ‎ ‎ ‎Instead, memories played like a cruel movie behind my eyelids. ‎

< Serena > Hurt wasn’t an enough word to describe what I felt while looking at the betrayal before me. Pain of any physical kind couldn’t even match up to the anguish I felt deep inside. What I felt was pain caused more than slicing me open with a blade, more than pouring acid on my insides, more than chopping me into pieces, more than bleeding me dry... My bright world had completely turned dark and gloomy and for a brief moment, I thought I had died.

become so sad to the point of tearing the hearts of others. "I tried to be cruel, tried not to care about you, but I really couldn't do it. Every word you said was like a needle piercing my heart, it hurt. Saying I was cruel, you say it again. Even when I touch her, her whole body trembles, she doesn't know that this moment makes me more helpless than ever."

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.