The pained expression on her face as he told her the truth was enough to rip his heart out. That is, if he had actually had one. As it was, he felt something akin to remorse, but less. Almost how one might picture remorse having never felt it.
I try not to look as pained as I consistently feel. It’s easy most days, because I’ve sort of gotten used to the feeling. The constant annoyance, the eternal backdrop of discomfort. But, as with all emotions, some days it’s better and some days it’s worse. Today was one of those days on which it was worse.
“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” Grant said, shuddering.
pained sounds like paint.
i paint my own heart with pain
what color is pain?
blue? purple?
the color of bruises
definitely not red,
what my heart once was.
i walked in to the house, sore form PE. i gasped, because i saw a vase had shattered o n the ground and didn’t know what to do. i then laughed because i saw that it was a prank, because the broken pieces of the vase were connected.
juns4
like a a hook has been forced through my chest, ripping a giant whole right in the middle of me.
only you can fill the void.
yet you cant be here.
so i sit,
pained.
katie
once, i decided to try and paint something. I didn’t know what it was, or where it came from. All I saw, was just this.. thing. I picked up brushes, and I began. Then, as I painted it, it began to change. It changed, and so did what I drew. But I changed nothing. It painted itself. My hand was possessed, painting itself.
Mark
hurt ouch pain heartache stab backstab friends boyfriends family anxiety worry stress black red window paint past sorrow simple scar
Bailey
She looked at the mirro and grimced. That was not her looking back…that was something else. Some other creature that didn’t belong in this world. The hurt in it’s eyes was almost tangiable. The fear and regrett was painted in ugly wrinkless across it’s face, making it’s mouth twist in a frown that chilled the soul.
Jaydrian Salmon
The stitch in my side. The tear in his eye. The sound of gravel under car tires. The screech of train wheels on a track. The wave goodbye at the station. The endless road.
Brian P
I am pained in darkness forever. The “pained” feeling never goes away for it lasts forever in my brain. My brain is ultimately pained for ever and eternity. Please make it stop. Now. I will die. Goodbye.
Matthew Sloan
It pained me to see you go, walk through that door with your braids waving goodbye. Know that I haven’t forgotten you, your sweet smile and your fragrance. How everyone has influenced me, and how many more times I’ve been influenced by you. I bid you adieu, my love, my comfort…my sweet, lovely, innocence.
She smiled,a bitter and pained expression on her once joyful face. It was a smile of someone who had once known happiness, but had it taken away from them.. again and again and again.
I am pained by my life.
I am pained by my love life.
He says, “I love you”
I say, “I know”
But I don’t love hime back
Not at all.
If I tell him his heart will break
Mine will break for him.
Mine will break for pain for him, his will break for pain.
Anna
I can only think of my own pain right now. The physical pain that I’m bearing right now as a result of my own womanhood and the emotional pain that weighs heavy on me right now. So I supposed if anyone looks at me right now, they wouldn’t see a pained expression but a carefully blank one.
there is something in your eyes
when you meet me nonchalantly
and act as if you did not plan
our intersection
but there is also something in my voice
and this hasty whitewashed smile
before I quickly find my car
and escape you once again
It hurt him to watch her leave, but it was for the best. His daughter was off to college, and he didn’t honestly know when he would see her again. A treat started to form. She was pulling out of the driveway now, and she would be gone.
Suddenly, the window rolled down. “I love you, daddy!”
“I love you, too.” He smiled as she pulled away and waved until she rounded the corner out of sight.
He’d never felt this kind of pain before, He’d done a lot of crazy things in his life but he’d never jumped through a window.
Kellen Korinek
i am pained in my heart, my soul and my world. Someone help me please. Is God going to do you think?
Louise
He was pained by the lack of interest he saw in the people. The world did not care about him, about his problems, about his dreams. But he cared about the world and what scared him was that in this universe where he lived he was insignificant and that’s what pained him the most.
Ellie
pained expression, like you’ve just been stabbed or someone has hurt your feelings, bad- like how you feel after failing a test or on days where you just feel like shit, like why is my life such a pain? this sucks this sucks this sucks.
el
It pained me to look at his broken body, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I owed him that much – he was in this condition because of me. Me! He risked his life to save me! Why would he put himself in danger like that?
Its too late now. What’s done is done. But as he lies on the bed, moaning in pain, I’m the one who treats his wounds. Because it can be no one else. It has to be me.
when you are pained, nothing else in the world matters. all the love chocolate and drugs cant settle the ache in your heart, or the strife in your mind. you are lost and unkown, and in only those moments, one person will only be the cure. for pain is the only think apart from love, that lets us know where still here for a reason.
Thelana Wiggins
Pain divides two types of people: champions and quiters. Champions go through pain and taking all of it to get better. Quiters quit because the pain is too much and therefore quit.
It pained me to see her hurting. If only I could help, but if I tried, she would push me away. Other than try to empathize, there was nothing I could do, even if she brought it on herself.
Riley P
The look on her pained me to the deepest part of my soul.
I let her down, when I had promised not to.
The terrible mistake I have done will rest on my shoulders for the rest of my life.
It’s a wonder we are all in pain when we keep embracing falsehoods and counting on the masks we all put up and ignoring the core of each others beings.
It pained him to think of her out there….had he told her that he loved her without reservation?
She had left without warning in the springs light ….on a train traveling north into the
mountains of mist.
skylarkin
i can feel in it my chest at the end of every day. when im alone in the dark i can feel it creep up on me and then i have nothing to do but wait for the morning light and hope that the dawn of a new day will bring something better then the day before….
I am pained to think about the future, and I’m pained not to. It’s hard to live in the moment and it’s hard not to. You must look forward or you will fall while simultaneously feeling your presence in this moment.
I’m pained of doing work, going to school ,especially homework. My whole life is so tiring that I even have to take care of my baby sister.i wish I wouldn’t have to do all these things,I’m so pained.
Ps this isn’t true
Hanna
is something that hurt you. no matter whether it is physical or emotional. it has damaged you.
den
She gave him a pained smile.
“No, it’s fine. Really.” She told him. “It’s… I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
She wrapped her arms around herself and looked away.
“It was my fault.” She whispered. “All my fault.”
I guess I didn’t know what to expect. Pained is a great word. Easily describes these last few years. My guidance counselor said her son doesn’t call his days stressful, he calls them painful.
Hannah Leslie
Pained means pain if someone gets hurt or gets injured and he or she feels pain
David m
Her name was ‘it’. All of her friends knew it well. It fact, sometimes she was the only one whom doubted. Aquired young, the name brought confusion among everyone she met.
Sophie
It was black and vast, a wound in her, consuming her. She smiled and I could almost ignore her eyes, so pained.
It pained me to see my mother slipping away. Day by day that heart pain increased as I watched her retreat slowly, agonizingly slowly from life. It pained me when she took her last breath, one last long agonizing breath. It pains me still.
Sheila
It pained me to watch the awkward man interact with the young cashier, only because his futile attempts at kindness came off as creepy and suggestive. I winced when he winked at the girl, and full on cringed when he tried to compliment her hair.
The pained expression on her face as he told her the truth was enough to rip his heart out. That is, if he had actually had one. As it was, he felt something akin to remorse, but less. Almost how one might picture remorse having never felt it.
I try not to look as pained as I consistently feel. It’s easy most days, because I’ve sort of gotten used to the feeling. The constant annoyance, the eternal backdrop of discomfort. But, as with all emotions, some days it’s better and some days it’s worse. Today was one of those days on which it was worse.
“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” Grant said, shuddering.
I turned a tired glare on him. He walked away.
pained sounds like paint.
i paint my own heart with pain
what color is pain?
blue? purple?
the color of bruises
definitely not red,
what my heart once was.
hi random person !
i walked in to the house, sore form PE. i gasped, because i saw a vase had shattered o n the ground and didn’t know what to do. i then laughed because i saw that it was a prank, because the broken pieces of the vase were connected.
like a a hook has been forced through my chest, ripping a giant whole right in the middle of me.
only you can fill the void.
yet you cant be here.
so i sit,
pained.
once, i decided to try and paint something. I didn’t know what it was, or where it came from. All I saw, was just this.. thing. I picked up brushes, and I began. Then, as I painted it, it began to change. It changed, and so did what I drew. But I changed nothing. It painted itself. My hand was possessed, painting itself.
hurt ouch pain heartache stab backstab friends boyfriends family anxiety worry stress black red window paint past sorrow simple scar
She looked at the mirro and grimced. That was not her looking back…that was something else. Some other creature that didn’t belong in this world. The hurt in it’s eyes was almost tangiable. The fear and regrett was painted in ugly wrinkless across it’s face, making it’s mouth twist in a frown that chilled the soul.
The stitch in my side. The tear in his eye. The sound of gravel under car tires. The screech of train wheels on a track. The wave goodbye at the station. The endless road.
I am pained in darkness forever. The “pained” feeling never goes away for it lasts forever in my brain. My brain is ultimately pained for ever and eternity. Please make it stop. Now. I will die. Goodbye.
It pained me to see you go, walk through that door with your braids waving goodbye. Know that I haven’t forgotten you, your sweet smile and your fragrance. How everyone has influenced me, and how many more times I’ve been influenced by you. I bid you adieu, my love, my comfort…my sweet, lovely, innocence.
She smiled,a bitter and pained expression on her once joyful face. It was a smile of someone who had once known happiness, but had it taken away from them.. again and again and again.
I am pained by my life.
I am pained by my love life.
He says, “I love you”
I say, “I know”
But I don’t love hime back
Not at all.
If I tell him his heart will break
Mine will break for him.
Mine will break for pain for him, his will break for pain.
I can only think of my own pain right now. The physical pain that I’m bearing right now as a result of my own womanhood and the emotional pain that weighs heavy on me right now. So I supposed if anyone looks at me right now, they wouldn’t see a pained expression but a carefully blank one.
there is something in your eyes
when you meet me nonchalantly
and act as if you did not plan
our intersection
but there is also something in my voice
and this hasty whitewashed smile
before I quickly find my car
and escape you once again
It hurt him to watch her leave, but it was for the best. His daughter was off to college, and he didn’t honestly know when he would see her again. A treat started to form. She was pulling out of the driveway now, and she would be gone.
Suddenly, the window rolled down. “I love you, daddy!”
“I love you, too.” He smiled as she pulled away and waved until she rounded the corner out of sight.
He’d never felt this kind of pain before, He’d done a lot of crazy things in his life but he’d never jumped through a window.
i am pained in my heart, my soul and my world. Someone help me please. Is God going to do you think?
He was pained by the lack of interest he saw in the people. The world did not care about him, about his problems, about his dreams. But he cared about the world and what scared him was that in this universe where he lived he was insignificant and that’s what pained him the most.
pained expression, like you’ve just been stabbed or someone has hurt your feelings, bad- like how you feel after failing a test or on days where you just feel like shit, like why is my life such a pain? this sucks this sucks this sucks.
It pained me to look at his broken body, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I owed him that much – he was in this condition because of me. Me! He risked his life to save me! Why would he put himself in danger like that?
Its too late now. What’s done is done. But as he lies on the bed, moaning in pain, I’m the one who treats his wounds. Because it can be no one else. It has to be me.
when you are pained, nothing else in the world matters. all the love chocolate and drugs cant settle the ache in your heart, or the strife in your mind. you are lost and unkown, and in only those moments, one person will only be the cure. for pain is the only think apart from love, that lets us know where still here for a reason.
Pain divides two types of people: champions and quiters. Champions go through pain and taking all of it to get better. Quiters quit because the pain is too much and therefore quit.
It pained me to see her hurting. If only I could help, but if I tried, she would push me away. Other than try to empathize, there was nothing I could do, even if she brought it on herself.
The look on her pained me to the deepest part of my soul.
I let her down, when I had promised not to.
The terrible mistake I have done will rest on my shoulders for the rest of my life.
It’s a wonder we are all in pain when we keep embracing falsehoods and counting on the masks we all put up and ignoring the core of each others beings.
It pained him to think of her out there….had he told her that he loved her without reservation?
She had left without warning in the springs light ….on a train traveling north into the
mountains of mist.
i can feel in it my chest at the end of every day. when im alone in the dark i can feel it creep up on me and then i have nothing to do but wait for the morning light and hope that the dawn of a new day will bring something better then the day before….
I am pained to think about the future, and I’m pained not to. It’s hard to live in the moment and it’s hard not to. You must look forward or you will fall while simultaneously feeling your presence in this moment.
I’m pained of doing work, going to school ,especially homework. My whole life is so tiring that I even have to take care of my baby sister.i wish I wouldn’t have to do all these things,I’m so pained.
Ps this isn’t true
is something that hurt you. no matter whether it is physical or emotional. it has damaged you.
She gave him a pained smile.
“No, it’s fine. Really.” She told him. “It’s… I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
She wrapped her arms around herself and looked away.
“It was my fault.” She whispered. “All my fault.”
I guess I didn’t know what to expect. Pained is a great word. Easily describes these last few years. My guidance counselor said her son doesn’t call his days stressful, he calls them painful.
Pained means pain if someone gets hurt or gets injured and he or she feels pain
Her name was ‘it’. All of her friends knew it well. It fact, sometimes she was the only one whom doubted. Aquired young, the name brought confusion among everyone she met.
It was black and vast, a wound in her, consuming her. She smiled and I could almost ignore her eyes, so pained.
It pained me to see my mother slipping away. Day by day that heart pain increased as I watched her retreat slowly, agonizingly slowly from life. It pained me when she took her last breath, one last long agonizing breath. It pains me still.
It pained me to watch the awkward man interact with the young cashier, only because his futile attempts at kindness came off as creepy and suggestive. I winced when he winked at the girl, and full on cringed when he tried to compliment her hair.
I feel pained by your not calling.
I should be strong and stoic
But enough already, enough.