Painfultruths Stories

"This isn't just a love story. It's a confession written in scars." Told by a boy who loved too deeply... Penned by the author he became-one who no longer feels anything at all. One remembers every heartbeat. The other buried them all beneath silence. She was the reason he smiled. She became the reason he shattered. And somewhere between the pages, He gave away his soul... And never got it back. This is the story of a heart that didn't break- It simply chose to stop beating. A tale of control dressed as care. Of passion that rotted into poison. Of a boy who outloved his own heart... And died... still loving.

Daughter of Ash & Echo a collection of poetry and prose by @wherethesadthingsare "some things aren't survived- just carried quieter over time." This is not just about her. It's about everything that came after. The breaking didn't end in childhood. It simply changed shape. This collection is a graveyard of every version of me that didn't make it- a girl grown in silence, a woman haunted by memory, a heart stitched together with grief and rage and whatever scraps were left. These pages hold: • the sting of mother-wounds, • the hollow ache of love turned cruel, • the isolation of being unheard, unseen, untouched in the ways that mattered, • the exhaustion of trying to keep going when it still hurts to breathe. It's about abandonment. It's about betrayal. It's about being a soft thing in a world that keeps sharpening its teeth. But it's also about surviving, even if survival doesn't look like healing. Even if the echo is all that's left. I am the daughter of ash and echo- not whole, but still here. TRIGGER WARNINGS This collection contains themes and mentions of the following: • Childhood abuse (emotional, verbal) • Toxic family dynamics • Gaslighting and psychological manipulation • Trauma responses • Mental health struggles (depression, anxiety) • Self-worth and identity crisis • Implied self-harm • Grief, isolation, and emotional neglect Please read with care. Your safety matters.

She didn't leave. He just stopped loving her out loud. This is a story about the kind of heartbreak that doesn't scream, but slowly drowns in silence. About the woman who stayed longer than she should have- not because she was weak, but because she loved louder than he ever did. And now, she's learning to listen to the quiet... and finally, to herself

Sometimes, life breaks you... only to rebuild you stronger. We curse the pain, we hate the losses, we question destiny... But what if every heartbreak, every failure, and every sleepless night is secretly shaping the best version of you?

Growing up in a society that valued wealth, class, and appearances far more than humanity or family was the beginning of Justin's downfall. For Justin, Karanpur was once a sacred haven-a place filled with innocence, laughter, and the warmth of family love. As a boy, he carried those memories like treasures, believing that his home would always remain untouched by the cruelty of the outside world. But the reality waiting for him as he grew older was nothing short of devastating. The same streets he once cherished became stained with greed, betrayal, and the cold indifference of people poisoned by ambition. The so-called Karanpur fever did not spare his family. One by one, bonds frayed, loyalties cracked, and Justin found himself standing on a crumbling foundation of everything he had once held dear. Love was no longer unconditional-it came with a price, with conditions, with expectations that ripped apart the very soul of his household. Now, Justin is trapped in a vicious spiral. Every decision he makes cuts deeper, tearing him between preserving his family and saving himself. He wants to hold on to the fragments of the life he once knew, but the shadows of betrayal grow darker with each passing day. Karanpur is no longer home-it has become the graveyard of his innocence. In the end, Justin must face the most painful truth of all: in a world where class matters more than blood, the cost of survival may be the very people he once loved. This is the tragic prelude to Aarush's story-the beginning of a cycle of heartbreak that will echo across generations.

Sufferings are not just pain they are the fire that shapes us. Every struggle, every hardship, molds our character and strength. This is a journey of being forged in fire, emerging stronger, wiser, and unbroken

She didn't want me. He denied me. I came into the world through ruins. And somehow, I'm still writing my way out. 📖 Buried in Chapter One. ✍️ @Ayoinchapters

"Do you ever think about us?" Iris whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain. Theo hesitated. His jaw clenched, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets as if holding himself together. "Don't do this, Iris." Her heart cracked all over again. He still wouldn't say it. Wouldn't admit that he missed her too. "We can't go back," he said, his voice cold, final. But then his eyes met hers, and for a split second, she saw it-the longing, the pain, the love that never really left. Maybe their story wasn't over yet. They were everything to each other-until they weren't. Iris Hayes and Theo Carter had the kind of love that felt like forever-until one mistake tore them apart. Now, two years later, they are nothing more than strangers with a past. She's moved on... or at least pretends to. He acts like she never existed. But when fate throws them together again-same school, same classes, same unresolved feelings-the past refuses to stay buried. The tension between them is undeniable. The stolen glances, the accidental touches, the late-night encounters that leave them breathless-it all feels too familiar, too dangerous. But second chances come with risks. Will they RE-IGNITE their story, or are some hearts never meant to heal? A spicy, heart-wrenching ex-to-lovers romance filled with angst, longing, and the kind of love that refuses to fade. 🔥 Perfect for fans of emotional slow-burn romance with tension, drama, and unforgettable chemistry.

Mere has been in love with his best friend Nia for as long as he can remember. She's everything - bright, beautiful, impossible to let go of. But to her, he's just Mere - the one she runs to when the world gets too loud, not the one she dreams about. When Nia starts dating someone new, Mere tells himself he's fine. That loving her from a distance is enough. That he'd only break her heart if she ever looked at him the way he looks at her. But love like his doesn't stay hidden forever. And when a letter he never meant her to read makes its way into her hands, everything shifts. This isn't a fairytale. It's the story of a boy who loved quietly, a girl who didn't see it until it hurt, and the messy, beautiful, painful space between friendship and something more.

She was born in silence. Raised in shadows. And taught to survive, not to dream. Devkriti was never the loud one. Not the talented one. Not the girl who stood out. She was just the daughter of a woman with a past no one forgave, living in a world that never gave. Raised in a brothel by women who knew pain too well and loved too quietly, Devkriti learned early that life didn't hand you miracles. It handed you fear, shame, and stories no one wanted to hear. She found her escape not on rebellion, but in books. In songs she played on repeat. In walking fast enough so no one could follow. This isn't a story of magic or fate. This is a story of a girl who had no special gift, no saviour, no spotlight - only scars, survival, and the will to make it out of the noise alive. A story about being unheard for too long. And finally choosing to speak.

She used to be light, bold, confident, untouchable. Now she hides behind makeup and silence, loving a man who mistakes control for care. This is not just Bisi's story. It's the story of too many women who call pain "love" because they've forgotten what peace feels like. And sometimes, it takes losing something you can never get back to finally see the truth

He was never meant to exist.. yet, he gave everything to a world that would never remember him. In a cursed town of Hyasabi, anomalies tear through reality. A brother wanting for someone who'll never come home. Truth rises and a soul begs for release: One boy must choose: Live for himself out of trouble or die to free everyone from trouble. A Flower Left Behind is a slow burning, emotional supernatural story about forgiveness, sacrifice and the kind of love that doesn't need to be remembered inorder to exist. Read now if you're read to cry, heal, and cry again.

my own story

I met a person, who opened my eyes to poetry, to love them, and try to make one. Until, I found myself, still pursuing the love for it. And hopefully, you enjoy the roller-coaster ride of this piece's I made. Expect to feel the love and the pain through this. Enjoy reading! ? A compilation of poetry's, short stories, etc. It all comes from the heart. ❤

Ally is kind-hearted, though she can be a little feisty at times. She's the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Sorja, a well-known and wealthy family. Deeply loved by her grandparents and her sibling, Ally grew up surrounded by affection. But the question remains... does the man she loves feel the same way about her? "Even when I'm overwhelmed and lost, I feel safe and comforted in your embrace."

Truth is never one dimensional. What we call 'truth' often shifts when seen from different angles, just like light passing through a prism. Dimensions of Truth explores how reality changes with perception, experience, and context. It is not about one ultimate answer, but about the layers that make truth complex, mysterious, and ever-evolving.

They weren't supposed to fall for each other. But they did. Liya had a boyfriend. Ishan didn't ask questions. They shared coffee, confessions, and a closeness they never defined. No one cheated-until silence became betrayal. This is a story of almosts. Of love that came too late, truths that arrived too slow, and people who tried to fix themselves by breaking each other. Spanning years, cities, and unfinished conversations, Almost Isn't Enough follows two people who keep finding their way back- even when timing doesn't. Some stories don't end in heartbreak. Some don't end in love. Some just... never really end. - Written by @anshhh.writes A journey told in quiet moments, sharp pauses, and the words we never say when it matters most.