Wordshurt Stories

Julias mom looses her job and starts to become an alcoholic. Julia cant afford any clothes and she gets made fun of in school because of what she wears and everyone says that she is crazy just like her mom READ TO FIND OUT MORE

Your words are like bullets. Have the ability to kill and hurt like hell.

The true story of how two bestfriends were tore apart by hurtful words. WARNING: you might cry

A poetry for the eyes that used to look into my eyes. For the mouth that used to speak to me. For the hands that used to hold me. For the love that you used to give me. I was wrong, I FOUND IT ALL IN MY SELF

Oliver Uzeli and Belle Nichols got on very well during classes that they shared. However, they were still complete strangers... unaware that they shared the same burden of existing in a world of living.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 poetry for the wrong

Just one little thing sorry not sorry I'm messed up anyway

This story is about a girl who cuts herself when she is bullied. Please people STOP HURTING PEOPLE'S FEELINGS THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK.

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Poems about my life . Magcon has fixed a part if me but I am lost & broken

words hurt deeper than a gun could ever shot...

The only "good" poem I've ever written. Dedicated to my step-dad, all the people who've ever bullied me, and everyone who's ever given me crap for being who I am. It's also dedicated to my friends, because they've helped me through all of this. Decided to add another one. Not as good as the first, I'm afraid.

just a whole bunch of poems

This is just a book of poetry. The things I feel, see, and sometimes what I'm to afraid to say.

This is not a book. It is a short poem about bullies and how it affects a young girl named Izzie.

You cowered in the corner. Beneath my heavy words. The weight of furry grew stories. As the lines became more blurred. You sank as I grew heavier. Because the anger in my stirred. The gap between us sturdier. Behind every shattered word. I broke the spirit within you. You stood there like a stone. Did you even feel blue? Or was the wreckage just your home? I wished I could do better. To be the wife that you deserved. And with every darkened letter. The words became so absurd.