Hopelessness Poems Novels & Stories

Laura Present day She shook herself to break free of the memory. “He didn't want you,” she whispered to herself as she put away the horse blankets. “He got rid of his phone and never even made an attempt to contact you. You don't go where you're not wanted.” She sighed and wished things were different. She wished a lot of things were different, but that didn't change them. She had to live the life she had. She remembered her mom's saying: if wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets to the sea. She didn't have time for wishes.

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

“We are not dying here. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I just got a new heart, and I would like to push it to its full capacity. We will get out of this alive, all of us.” “There won’t be anybody waiting for us or looking for us this time.” “Your parents will be looking for you. But even if no one looked for us, you can’t just give up; there is always hope.” “How do you always have hope. Even in the most hopeless of moments.” “Because without hope, I’m just an orphan girl with a heart that was given to me in vain. I was given a heart to live, not to cower and sit in a corner wishing for the best.”

The ones I’d rather it be lost and not found. There is this thing with suffocation and being holed up in a bottle. A dark place where I can’t breathe. I can only decipher the shadows of my death, my lost hope. A place I can only shiver because no one knows. No one understands. No one can see. No one can pronouns the contours of my complications, no one can see the end of my movie, nor the beginning. A life without a movie. Within a waste.

And now that hope was shattered, leaving only the emptiness of loss in its wake. As the specters of memories haunted my mind of shared laughter, stolen glances, promises made in the quiet moments it only deepened the void that now seemed to consume me. I was left with the gnawing ache of regret, the weight of all the unsaid words and unfulfilled dreams. Hope is lost.

That I might be trapped in this place forever, alone and forgotten. The thought was too much to bear, and I felt myself slipping away, lost in a sea of despair and hopelessness.

It seemed as though the world had conspired against me, casting shadows upon my path and leaving me yearning for a glimmer of hope. As I remained in the midst of the desolation, my gaze was drawn to the window, where a sliver of moonlight pierced through the darkness. My spirit, once ablaze with hope and determination, now found itself teetering on the precipice of despair. Uncertainty loomed before me like an ominous cloud, casting a shadow over the path I was forced to tread. My heart, once buoyed by optimism, now bore the weight of countless unanswered questions. Doubts gnawed at my soul, threatening to extinguish the flicker of hope that still burned within.

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted streets as I continue my frantic search. The once bustling city now seems like a ghost town, each vacant building and alleyway taunting me with their silence. My footsteps echo against the pavement, the only sound accompanying my racing heart. The weight of hopelessness settles on my shoulders, threatening to crush me under its burden.My mind races with every possible scenario – Rosalie hurt, alone, or worse. "Please, God," I plead, pausing to lean against a graffiti-covered wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide. But I can't find one nearby. Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear. Isn't it lovely, all alone. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone. (I hope someday I can get out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years. I need a place to hide. But I can't find one near. I want to feel alive, out there I can face my fear. Isn't it lovely, being alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone)

No one had ever had this much of an impact on me. What more reason do I have to try living? You were my Ikigai and still you are. Everything was bearable just because of you. Now that my heart bleeds in the cold lone night, and you are not here to get me through it all, make it all so hard. What am I supposed to do now? Why is my life only filled with winter and darkness? Why does it have to be me? Why only me? Why doesn't the heavens want me to be happy?