Novel & Cerita Poetry About Hurt Feelings

Each step I took echoed with the ache in my heart, a painful reminder of the fracture in our friendship. I found solace in a secluded corner, far removed from prying eyes. Collapsing against the wall, I let the tears flow freely, the waves of sorrow crashing over me. How could Freda say such hurtful things? Had our years of shared experiences meant nothing? It felt as though the ground beneath me had crumbled, leaving me adrift in a sea of anguish.

Heartbreak was poetic. Whoever said this was a total loon and had never took a journey of ugly pain. Heartbreak wasn't poetic. You couldn't write words on it or even think of the rhyming words because all your mind could see was the intense pain swirling in your fragile heart. It wasn't about being awake late, thinking how to express your pain in words or music. No, it was being enclosed within four walls, and having that ugly cry, and blaming yourself where you went wrong. It was having fun with your friends and then out of nowhere feeling this ache in your heart and loosing interest.

There was just something about him that seemed to always draw my mind back before him. I was steadily still feeling the hurt inside of me like a burning tornado and there was nothing I could do about it. All of a sudden, a sharp pain renounced itself to my chest and I fell on my bed. Something inside me was hurting and burning up and there was nothing I could do about it. I was feeling every hurt from each angle. I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness, while also rolling on my bed.

My heart ached, feeling betrayed like a knife twisting in my chest. "Why, Marelva?" I asked her miserably, clutching my chest as the pain became almost unbearable. "Why not?" she responded insensitively, using the same harsh words as on that one terrible afternoon, piercing my soul. The callousness in her tone echoed in my mind, each word a dagger. It felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath me, and again, I was free-falling into a void of despair...

It really hurts so much… I don’t like this pain… Mommy… Please make this pain go away… What did I do wrong? I am sorry… I just want you to like me… Please stop being mean to me…. It hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts… My heart hurts…

It was a laugh filled with bitterness, with anger, with the scars left by people who had once promised to protect me. As the painful memories surged through me, I felt my magic stirring, growing wild and untamed, like a storm building inside me. Every hurtful word, every betrayal, fueled the chaotic energy within. “You lied to me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury. “You took everything from me—my trust, my heart—and left me hollow. I came here nothing more than an empty shell.” I let my gaze fall on each of them, one by one, letting them feel the weight of the words I’d held back for so long.

It opened up a space where compassion and empathy could reside. As she wrote, she felt a tear slip down her cheek. It was a silent acknowledgment of the pain that she felt on his behalf. Even though she knew she could never truly ease his burdens, the simple act of witnessing his struggle had moved her deeply. It reminded her that love, in all its forms, was not just about the bright, shining moments. It was also about the quiet, painful truths that lay hidden beneath the surface.

“You hurt him for no reason!” Oliver’s expression didn’t change. But his silence said everything. And that silence… Broke something inside her. “I hate you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’re disgusting.” For the first time… Those words actually hit him. Not like the others. Not like fear. Not like insults. This one stayed. Because it came from her. And for reasons he didn’t understand… That mattered. More than it should have.

The one who would rather break than lie. But then, there’s another rumor about Ellen. About the one who once tore him apart. About him helping her, being there for her. And it hurts, not because I don’t believe in his kindness, but because I know how that kindness can drown him how easily he gives, even when he’s bleeding. So I do what I’ve learned to do best I retreat. I pour all my wondering into words that will never be sent, poems that no one will read. I let the pen ache for me.

Look what it’s doing to me. Is this what my mother felt like all those years? After losing my father? The constant ache that reminds you that you’re not whole. Fuck. Love hurts. ***** UNEDITED