Darkness Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

I threw my head back and let out a deep roar. There was nothing left to break in here. But I was still immensely restless. I felt so broken seeing that monster again after all these years that no words could describe the chaos brewing inside. My shirt lay in shreds down on the littered floor, and blood dripped from the cuts on my fists. But I wish my soul could physically bleed… so at least I could see. But no, it was deep inside my fucked-up self. And I was a lost cause. I will slip into the darkness. And the demons from the shadows will win. I can never be free from this depression. I live it. And my life reminds me that I am never meant to be normal and happy.

“Our meeting and everything about you are nothing more, but a nightmare I regretted my entire life.” I do not want to believe you, as I do not want to believe those words that you just utter in front of me. Yet, here you are walking away as I desperately wanted to hold on and still believe. “From now on, I’ll be your light in the dark where you find yourself in scared.”

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

In the depths of my soul, I knew that I could no longer hide from the shadows that haunted me, that I could no longer deny the darkness that lurked within. With a heavy heart, I nodded in silent acknowledgment, a glimmer of hope flickering within me like a dying ember. In the darkness of my despair, I knew that the path to redemption would be long and treacherous. But still, I vowed to confront my demons, to face the darkness within and emerge stronger than before.

The shadows danced mockingly, casting eerie shapes against the cold walls, taunting me with their silent laughter. I longed for reprieve, for a glimmer of light to pierce through the suffocating darkness and illuminate the path to salvation. But salvation remained elusive, a distant dream shrouded in the impenetrable veil of despair. The darkness pressed in on all sides, its oppressive weight-bearing down on me like a suffocating embrace. "When will it end?" I yearned for the warmth of human connection, for the comforting embrace of companionship, to banish the shadows that lurked in the recesses of my mind.

The weight of our collective struggles pressed upon my shoulders, threatening to crush me under its immense burden. My words reverberated through the desolate apartment, their echoes seemed to carry my plea to the vast expanse of the universe. It was a heartfelt cry, a desperate entreaty for respite from the unrelenting darkness that had mercilessly enveloped me. I found myself grappling with the relentless darkness that had woven its way into every crevice of my existence. It seemed as though the world had conspired against me, casting shadows upon my path and leaving me yearning for a glimmer of hope.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

“Rage is not your enemy. It’s what you do with it that matters.” The silence stretched between us, heavy and thick, as if the space itself waited for my answer. “And if I choose darkness?” “You will be consumed, lost in endless rage and sorrow. Your soul will fracture.” I shook my head, voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if I can do that.” “Then what will you do when the darkness comes knocking?” she asked softly. I looked away, ashamed. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of fighting.”

He may burn the world but the only thing I will yearn for is this constant affection. I don't just crave the darkness. I may just be the darkness itself. *