Depressed Pain Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

I spat and went back to sit. I heard people chortling but didn't bother to look. Remembering my loss once more, I coiled into a state of despondency. This pain that I am feeling will never fade, it will never end. The cut is too deep, I feel it in my soul and deep beyond. I've handled a lot of traumatizing pain before but I don't know if I can go through this. I feel my whole world crumbling down and crushing before me and all that is left is rubbles.

I covered my head with a pillow but then pulled it off to let out a breath of air. My eyes found the ceiling. I struggled to find a motivation to go, to push myself just a little bit harder. Most people associate depression with sadness, but it's so much more than that. A depressed person isn't always locked in a room crying with the lights off. Sometimes, it's that girl you see smiling in class, talking to everyone; or that joking boy who makes you laugh. They wear masks, and they can project joy even if it's not genuine.

I can sense the pain in her voice, and it breaks my heart not to be able to comfort her at this moment of distress. "I am sorry for being so helpless," The same voice whispers, filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "I wish I could take your pain away and make everything better. I wish I had the power to make things right for you." Tears trickle down my face as I struggle to respond, feeling a deep sense of guilt for not being able to offer any solace.

“I feel the same way love. We lost Lucas and we still don’t have Malayah back. I understand his pain.” I pull him into a hug and we just stand there embracing each other. I wish I could take some of his pain away but I know sometimes you need to feel that pain to remind you why you are still going. The reason you need to push forward. Without it we may succumb to the numbness allowing depression to take over and that would not end well I think.

I was the worst person in the world I thought to myself. “I’m so sorry,” I said solemnly as I sunk down even more until I was down on my knees before them, slumped over as I felt the complete heaviness of Groban’s gut wrenching pain and sadness toward losing his mother. I felt like I was being crushed under the weight of it all.

She sobbed. I took a deep breathe tapping her back softly. "Let me tell you this, Cyan. This is the first time you've been in a relationship, so just to remind you. That once you fall in love, you need to be ready, because love is not only happiness and enjoyment, it also sadness and pain." I said and she began to cry again. I'll want her to realize that, in this world, in this reality. She did not love, if she's not hurting. And just to cheer her up.

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?

Now the pain can no longer touch me, the pain can no longer hurt me. Sometimes I just used to sit in my room after work with the candle on listening to myself. Wishing that I was not misunderstood. Wishing that somebody can stop asking me what is the reason you’re feeling depression or anxiety.. I wish that could burn my feelings away. Sometimes I wish I could just sleep and dream forever. The tears can’t last forever... Some nights,

Incapacitating her. “I’m so sorry…” It was the only thing she said—the only words she could say. I cried even more, this time quietly. I let Lady Sadness take hold of my heart. I cannot stop these feelings of anguish and dismay from boiling inside me. ‘Just cry,’ the voice commanded. ‘Pain always lightens when you let it sink deeper.’ “Ahhh!” I shrieked, willing that anger to escape from my chest and be turned into a cry of heartache.

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?