For The Broken Hearted.
This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever.
Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #emotional-pain Clear filter
This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever.
Now and then I think of when we were together Like when you said you felt so happy you could die Told myself that you were right for me But felt so lonely in your company But that was love and it's...
You meant it all to me, You were my God, My celebrity, My heartfelt partner. And no this is not a poem about love, Well in a sense it is, A love for a friend so strong, So great...
I think I broke it. It's no longer fluttering and pounding and stuttering when i think about you. It doesn't even seem to have a faint beat. Can you fix it, good sir.
I tried so hard to be a better man, to walk away from the pain of a dying love.
Behind closed doors was a man, He hides most flaws if he can. When people look on, They see nothing's wrong, But inside his emotions are gone.
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this...
If I see you in the street and walk the other way; if you text me and I reply 'who is this?' because I've deleted your number; if youve just noticed were not friends on facebook any more; or if i...
Her eyes started to well up, she could feel the tears coming; tried to hold them back. Her lips were trembling but not a tear had fallen, not yet.
The whole time I pretend to be okay so you don't ever see everything you do to me. Today I held in all my tears until I knew that you were no where near.
Oh mama, she broke my head, It's been four years and it does not end. Oh mama I lost my mind, but you must've heard that a dozen times, yeah, you must've heard that a dozen times, today.
Everytime I see you talking to my friends, it kills me a little inside. You can talk to them, but not me. You can laugh with them, but not me.
I try to tell myself that in free, but I keep living in my sorrows. You didn't believe that I would be faithful. You thought I have sinned by cheating. I would never.
You use to hold the door for me Now you can't wait to leave You use to send me flowers if You fucked up in my dreams I use to make you laugh With all the silly shit I did Now you roll your eyes...
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." I was told once, when I was depressed after looking in a mirror.
7 billions of trillions of people in this world, And I had to fall in love with the heart breaking girl, I wanted to find that one person that understands me, But I didn't even know who I was at the...
Mel opens her eyes to night sky, all her memories of pain gone for the moment. But then they rush back, trying to kill her on the inside, so that they can have her body of sticks and stones.
Please I want you to hate me. I don't want your sympathy I want your hate. I want my life to be absolutely terrible so I can justify my pain and sadness.
Broken promises of a better day to come. We strive to go on lonelier than ever before. Thinking of those memories that cut like knives, we soon turn to things that can take our lives, but does it do.