Hopelessness Poems Novels & Stories

I keep swinging. But a hopelessness starts to rise up within me. I’m going to die here.

"We don't know who survived. Who died. What's waiting for us. We go in prepared for anything. Prepared for the worst. But hoping for something better." "Hope," Hailey said bitterly. The word was poison in her mouth. "Always hope. Even when hope gets people killed. Even when hope is a weapon used against us. Even when hope means watching everyone die while we're powerless to stop it." The pack house appeared ahead. Smoke rising. Fires burning. Destruction visible even from a distance. We'd failed again. Been outmaneuvered again. Lost people again. And whatever waited inside that burning building would probably break us completely.

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine

That day never came through. My life was that of misery and heartache. It was filled with nothing but despair and even in death, I am still shrouded in the same despair. Will this ever end? Is there any hope for this lost soul? I do not have the answers to my questions but I am still hopeful. As long as my body does not feel tired, I will keep walking even though I now feel quite dispirited. I will walk until I find my way out of this darkness. "Aaaaaaaargh!"

“N-no…” I slowly shake my head, rejecting every thought that crosses my mind. It's hard to deny the truth — the turmoil and disarray occurring in our kingdom is slowly eating away at it. I can't help but feel a sense of helplessness as I witness the destruction of everything we hold dear. Everywhere I turn, all I can see is darkness and despair, leaving me feeling utterly hopeless. I try to remain strong, clinging to a shred of optimism that things will get better soon. “STOP!”

I was sitting on the floor with my knees pulled up to my chest and hands around them, I leaned my head back against the door while agony and pain were increasing with every second. Why? Why me? I wanted to ask, every single day, I think that someday all this pain and suffering would come to an end, somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday it will. I don't know when and how but that hope is crushed by Arthur, I want to run away from all this, but I can't, I can't leave my dad to die. "Why?" I sobbed, asking no one in particular.

He slammed my face on the wall, I grunted again, his hands on my bra as he unhooked it. “L---leave me…l---let me go please.” I begged talking to the wall, my eyes blinking to remove the water from it but it only got collected around the eyelids, even more. I thought I was safe, I was not, I never was. It’s hell all around, foes and friends none matter when all they do is stab in the back. I'm losing hope in humanity, I'm losing hope in life and the only hope I have left is the hope to die.

I nod weakly, feeling defeated and exhausted by the endless cycle of hope and disappointment. “It's okay.” I whisper, forcing a smile despite the overwhelming sense of despair that threatens to consume me. “We'll keep trying. We won't give up until we find a cure.” But deep down, I can't shake the feeling of dread that gnaws at my insides, the fear that no matter what we do, it won't be enough to save me. And as the days pass and my condition continues to worsen, that fear only grows stronger, until it feels like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with its suffocating presence.