Your Words Cut Deeper Than A Knife Novels & Stories

Is being a pole dancer just because of my needs that sinful. Tears were continuously falling from my eyes.I placed my palms on my face breaking into loud cry. I fell on my knees and cried harder. How am I even still alive after hearing those words. How can someone’s fate this cruel. I never wanted this life. I never wanted anything bad. Then why this is happening to me. Why. Sometimes words leaving tongue can be sharper than a knife. Knife can hurt you but words can break you apart. Like his words broke her completely. _______________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Her words played over and over again in my head, slicing through me like a goddamn knife. "I can never love you." I cursed under my breath, slamming my fist against the desk. A sharp pain shot up my knuckles, but I didn’t give a shit. The physical pain was nothing compared to what was tearing me up inside. This was too much. I couldn’t fucking think straight.

If this doesn’t work he will be all I have left. “On the contrary baby. Love can hurt. It can cut deeply” he says as he pierces the flesh under my lungs. “It has its ups and it has its downs” He says as he drags that clawed tip up between my breast. It slices through the robe I wear and I can feel as my breast hit the air. He drags it down sharply as he cuts away the rest of the fabric to punctuate his words. “Most of all it is all consuming. Just like me, it can eat you alive”. His last words are whispered into my ear.

And no sign of who lit it. Just one message left on the mirror, written in soap: “Glass cuts deeper than knives.”

The blade sliced through my skin, and I cried out, pain radiating through my body. Maya’s eyes were wild, her expression manic. “You think you’re so much better than me,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “You think you’re the hero, the savior. But you’re just a coward, hiding behind your ideals. You don’t have what it takes to win. You never did.”

“Good things become a two-edged sword that cuts a warrior to his soul when he can’t protect them.” The pain in his voice was so deep and full of disgust that, though she stood with her arms wrapped around him, she wondered if she could reach him at all.

"Please don't say this. You are now killing me with your words." Liam took a step towards her and tried to hold her hand but she stepped back. "Don't say that I'm killing you. I'm not like you. I don't kill people with my words. I never hurt people willingly. I never utter any word that will hurt people if it's not necessary. You know the words spoken in anger affect the other person just like a dagger. Your every word was like a dagger to my fragile heart. That kills me every time you used to accuse me, Insult me." Anna poured her heart out in front of him.

I put the knife on the counter and begun removing my dress. After getting naked,I turned my shower on and filled my tub with water. I added a little vanilla scented shampoo into the water. I took my knife and got into the tab. I let the cold water fill my body and I sigh. I hugged my knee and begun sobbing again. I am a worthless piece of shit,a waste to the world. I grabbed the knife and let go of my knees. I brought the knife to my wrist, feeling the sharp edge against my skin. "I am sorry mom. I am so sorry I disappointed you and dad. But don't worry,I am going to make everything better"I cry allowing the knife to sink into my skin cutting through my veins.

She spoke and I swear, those words pierced through me like a dagger pierced through my heart. . …..

Sean's words were almost merciless. A sharp blade inflicted instant pain, but a dull knife that was slow and relentless was far crueler. Had he delivered a swift, clean cut, Joanna might not have felt such piercing agony. However, Sean's deliberate indifference was like a blunt blade, dragging through her flesh and prolonging the torment. It did not cut deep enough to end her suffering, but it scraped and pulled, leaving her in excruciating pain that was worse than death itself. Joanna's face turned pale. She bit her lip, at a complete loss for words.