Poems about Hurt
#hurt
Emotional poems about hurt. Here you'll find poetry about heartbreak, rejection, loss and feeling hurt. Poems about the sadness and trauma of going through emotional pain and anguish.
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Friend Crush
Why do you have to be so cool?
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
#friendship
#hurt
#love #memories
#love #memories
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No Answer In The Room

#abuse
#hurt
#MeToo
#secrets
#shame
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Take a chance
Let's take a moment to analyze what has been happening, in our lives that it seems that there is something, that we need to be honest with each other and come, to a understanding and about what we use to hold so true. For it's true that I thought in you that, I found a blessing in disguise, but yet it's far from the deepness of the truth. For sure I decided to take a chance, with a leap of faith and believing, that you were for me as I was for you. 🤨 But you didn't know what love really means to me, but yet you ignore that I love you with all my heart and soul. Now you stand there...
#despair
#grief
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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bloom
I wish you would be more gentle with me
And see how I’ve been torn apart
Like a fallen rose
Petals scattered on concrete floors
Passers by stepping on every piece
Stripped down to only the bud
And hiding away as the air becomes chill
Such a damaging cycle for something so beautiful
No wonder I’ve grown so many thorns
Yet, I will still bloom again
And see how I’ve been torn apart
Like a fallen rose
Petals scattered on concrete floors
Passers by stepping on every piece
Stripped down to only the bud
And hiding away as the air becomes chill
Such a damaging cycle for something so beautiful
No wonder I’ve grown so many thorns
Yet, I will still bloom again
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#rose
#suffering
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Carbon monoxide

#dark
#hurt
#suffering
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I Despise You Quietly
I've got years of hate
tucked inside my hood,
piercing my ears quietly,
ranting about how deeply I despise
every inch of your being,
cells and veins, flesh and blood,
muscles and bones, organs and voice.
Gasping out odium for the breath you take
when I can't inhale mine
without you clawing through my mind.
Bleeding disgust through my eyes,
when I catch sight of you
smiling with no remorse
at the corpse I’ve swathed into a mummy.
And I despise all of you even more
when I'm pretending I don't.
tucked inside my hood,
piercing my ears quietly,
ranting about how deeply I despise
every inch of your being,
cells and veins, flesh and blood,
muscles and bones, organs and voice.
Gasping out odium for the breath you take
when I can't inhale mine
without you clawing through my mind.
Bleeding disgust through my eyes,
when I catch sight of you
smiling with no remorse
at the corpse I’ve swathed into a mummy.
And I despise all of you even more
when I'm pretending I don't.
#hate
#hurt
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Histamine
Histamine whispers flood the night.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
#hurt
#illness
#reading
#silence
#WritingPoetry
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Wild woman
I run wild and free
You run scared and flee
You may try to deny
The fire that burns in our eyes
When we look at each other
You know you want to make me your lover
But we both know what that would mean
So you disappear it would seem
At least I know when passion arises
I face the fire regardless of demises
Because I want to live life how I should
The way I know we could
Whose afraid of little old me
Everyone so I’ll let them be
You run scared and flee
You may try to deny
The fire that burns in our eyes
When we look at each other
You know you want to make me your lover
But we both know what that would mean
So you disappear it would seem
At least I know when passion arises
I face the fire regardless of demises
Because I want to live life how I should
The way I know we could
Whose afraid of little old me
Everyone so I’ll let them be
#hurt
#love
#passion
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Honestly
There's nothing more true,
On how much,
I only needed you.
:(
On how much,
I only needed you.
:(
#hurt
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Touch
A touch can last
like the mark left
by a searing branding iron,
and every touch that follows
will burn through to the marrow,
leaving only aversion.
like the mark left
by a searing branding iron,
and every touch that follows
will burn through to the marrow,
leaving only aversion.
#fear
#hurt
#memories #violence
#memories #violence
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Blanket
I cleared the last of my things
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
#emotional
#emptiness
#grief
#hate
#hurt
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Water Over Rocks
Sometimes we find ourselves involved in creating, the wrong kind of a relationship, that will eventually create an environment of despair, and loneliness with emptyness. But yet it's not a situation that you can make it right when it has been wrong. Sometimes a relationship is like water over to rocks running smoothly like water over glass. YET it's appears as thought everything was fine, but yet behind close doors 🚪 As Hell has no fury like the feelings of a lost love, due to deception filled with anger and hatred and self destruction. For the worst thing you can do to someone, is...
#despair
#emptiness
#hurt
#loneliness
#suicide
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