I Cry Alone Novels & Stories

Pathetic! Here I am, crying because everyone I consider friends or family does not care about me. Does reminiscing and feeling bad for yourself help you accept the fact that you're alone, sooner? The small voice in my head sneers "I'm not pathetic!" I say to no one in particular 'Never said you were' I swallow the thick lump in my throat. I'm about to drive away when I hear my phone buzzing in my bag. I take it out and click on the message notification. Unknown: "Tears look good on your face."

It's true what they say, if you love something set it free. After puking my guts out for the second time this morning , I looked at myself as I brushed my teeth on the mirror. This is really my life? This is really me. I'm going to raise this child alone while the father runs off with his true love, the love of his life. There were nights where, I just wanted to cry and I did. I seemingly cried easily these days. I wasn't crying about Starbucks, I just got mixed emotions and it all comes together and I end up crying and straining a topic that isn't worth crying for. It just all dawns on me that, this is the last time, I will see his face. When he smiles, I want to wail because I really don't

My chest tightened painfully, like something inside me had cracked open and I held back to urge to cry. “I’m thinking clearer than I have in a long time,” I whispered. He didn’t respond or argue. He just turned and walked out. The door shut behind him, leaving a haunting echo. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably as I began to sob. I walked over to the bed and curled up like a fetus, crying silently. For the first time in a long time…I felt completely alone.

Didn’t move. Tears filled my eyes, but they didn’t fall. I hadn’t cried in days. Not because I was strong. Because crying felt like surrender. Like confirming I was nothing. Maybe Kelvin was never coming. Maybe Sari didn’t care what they might do to me after taking me away right before him. Maybe no one did. And if that was true—if I was really alone in this world—then I had only one thing left. Me. No more waiting. No more praying.

It hit the floor and shattered again. That was it. That was the final straw. My knees gave out. I collapsed onto the floor, right in the middle of the mess. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together. A sob tore out of my throat. It was a jagged, ugly sound. "I can't do this," I wailed to the empty room. "I can't do this anymore." I cried until my chest hurt. I cried for Chase. I cried for Kade's leg. I cried for the money. I cried because I was twenty years old and I was completely, utterly alone.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. He had become such a crybaby after his grandma's death. When his family passed away, he didn't cry the way he cried- no wailed at his grandma's funeral. That was when he had truly felt alone. He didn't have any family and he had lost contact with all his friends. In fact, he still didn't have a family and only a handful of friends- if he could include a dying girl, her entire family, a prostitute, an ex co-worker who he couldn't stand because she talked too much and some distant relatives. He was still alone. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

It's like I need to lock myself in my room too. It seems like everyone is just coming back. All the pain is coming back to me now and it only gets worse every time I think of Logan. "I-I'm so tired" I was just here in my room crying And as always... 'I feel alone'

She paused her singing for a moment to suck in and exhale a deep breathe of air “…I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show….and I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control….but I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain…to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain…from my eyes..Tonight I want to cry…would it help if I turned a sad song on?….”All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone….or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters…it’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better…but I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way….”

David was a complete sadist, he is so depressed and has been diagnosed for depression so many times and no treatment has worked. He has been this way since he was 5 His eyes are so empty of happiness, there is no single emotion, no love, just pain. Sometimes Sam wonders how he and Diego became friends with him, it’s a story for another day. Sam watched as David drank his alcohol with a blank expression on his face. He sighed and picked up his drink too. The music was blasting, people were dancing, drinking and having fun until suddenly they had a loud news coming from a vip room close by. Sound of bottles breaking and people started running out of the second floor to the first.

That was the last straw that broke him down in tears. "Why? Rosanne, why does it have to be you? "Get up! Get up and fight me like you always do… Call my name one more time… I-I swear I won't get mad anymore… I never wanted you dead. "Why do you have to do this to me? You're all I have left, Rosie. "I'm so sorry. Just don't leave me alone. Please… just open your eyes." That version of Nathan, who used to love me so dearly, was finally back. I finally heard every word I'd longed to hear, but I could no longer answer.