Novel & Cerita Your Words Cut Deeper Than A Knife

You ripped my pride! 'Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.' That day I realized the depths of these lines. The wounds given by swords can heal but nothing can heal the wounds your words inflicted on me. They made me feel dirty like filth of your shoes, like a whore as you always say. You killed me that day Alexander.

My words broke then, the silence swallowing them whole, leaving only the sound of my breathing, uneven, fragile, desperate to steady against a storm I couldn’t outrun. She touched my shoulder gently, the weight of her hand almost fragile, as if she feared even the smallest pressure might shatter me. Her voice was quiet, steady, carrying truths I didn’t want to hear. “You’ve seen what betrayal feels like. You, of all people, know that sometimes the closest ones hide the sharpest knives.” The words pierced, cutting into me sharper than any blade. I shook my head, too quickly, almost violently, as though I could fling her words away before they rooted themselves in me. My throat tightened until

His hand shoved the knife deeper as if the blade was supposed to make his words hurt more. “I look exactly like you! I walk into a room and people see your face on my face. I breathe and they call me by your name. I laugh and they say I sound like you. And do you know what that does to a man? Do you have any idea what it feels like to be a shadow of someone you hate every time you look in the mirror?” The words kept coming, louder now, like he had been waiting for years to throw them into the world.

I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget. The girl puts heat to words, and they take offence like old men when the young stop saying father. I swear my knee… curls. Hair goes first, then bone. Letters hook, ash, shine. Threads snap overhead like a harp torn by fistfuls. Collars slip. A wolf touches his neck, finds it empty, and cries as if his name returned improved. “You cannot,” I say, calmly. “Words cannot be unspoken.” “I can burn them,” she says, and smiles like wine you didn’t order but drink.

u are nothing but a little girl. ------------------------------------ I didn't speak cause it's said "action speaks louder than words". I just took one of the knives placed at the sides and slashed it on his chest. I was satisfied when I saw his shorts having a cut line with blood soaking them wet... I was even more satisfied on hearing him scream..... extreme music to my ears. ------------------------------------ GUARD Aghhh...agh Neet Not so strong now....huh where is all the shit calling u spoke about earlier? ------------------------------------

I cannot believe the words that are coming from his mouth. This stings my heart beyond belief, being rejected by the man you love. He shall not see my tears; he shall not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Yes, I have done this so many times, but god, this hurts hard. It cuts deeper than a thousand knives. And to they cut deep. Rejection by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such rejection be done upon me? Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much.

Turns out my mate’s words cut deeper than a butcher’s knife. He could eat my heart if he wants and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. I am as helpless as a lamb in front of a hungry lion. I sat by the huge window and cried the whole night. I couldn’t share the pain inside with anyone but suppress them deeper and deeper as they continue to eat me up from inside. ~

Our three years of marriage, filled with so-called deep affection and care, were nothing more than compensation for the guilt he felt after hurting me. A mix of anger and pain intertwined in my trembling heart. Right then, a warm palm touched my heel, the pain pulling me back to reality. "When did you fall? You're always hurting yourself when I'm not around. What will you do if I left you?" My heart clenched as I listened to Tristan's gentle voice. None of the minor injuries I had suffered hurt more than the betrayal of the man who slept next to me every night. He carefully held my ankle, preparing to disinfect and bandage it.