Poems About Being Alone And Depressed Novels & Stories

As I scrolled down, I came across a photo. Her account was mostly filled with videos of her singing. She rarely shared photos. In this one, she was sitting at a table, hand on her cheek, gazing out at the sea. My eyes drifted to the caption underneath: They do not know, those who do not live alone, What fear silence brings to a person; How a person speaks to themselves; How they run to mirrors, Longing for a soul, They do not know. She’d shared a poem by a Turkish author.

Now dying because I couldn’t eat anything at all. Poetic. Stupid. Perfect. Bree was quiet. Verm accompanied me silently. Yet I felt alone. Just me and the slow, steady realization that this was it. Another day. And nobody was coming.

The silence amplified the weight of my solitude, reminding me of the absence of the ones I had loved and lost. My heart ached for the guidance and comfort of my late mother, her absence leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. "Sapphire," I whispered, my voice laced with a tinge of sadness. "I feel so alone. It's like I have no one to turn to, no one who truly understands."

I try to push the thoughts away, but they keep coming back, like waves crashing against the shore. I think about my friends and family and how lucky they are to have someone to share their lives with. I envy them, even though I'm happy for them. But no matter how much I try to be happy for them, the ache of loneliness never goes away. "Why am I alone?" I whisper into the night. "Why can't I find someone to love me? Tears start to fall, hot and salty against my cheeks. I feel the weight of loneliness settling on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I try to take a deep breath, but it's like there's a rock sitting on my chest, crushing me with its heaviness.

Every damn thing seems to be weighing me down, and it's becoming to much and heavy for me that I can't carry it anymore. At least, it's just me here, left to die in a shitty cell. No one can see how fucked I really am while crying like a child. It did help though, washing out the pain I was feeling until it brought me to my knees. I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, I should have let bygones be bygones, but I just couldn't help it, knowing where I am, what I am facing was an effect of Raven and Sophia. It is suddenly and startlingly clear how alone I truly am.

I was going to visit Mom after the gathering last night, but Asher's depression flared up again. "I only did all that to cheer him up. Once he's better, we'll get back together. And I hope you'll stop causing trouble for him. He got depressed because we got married. I can't just ignore him." I looked at her. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. She'd probably spent the whole night with Asher again. My gaze dropped to the divorce papers. Our names sat side by side, close enough to touch. When I didn't respond, her patience ran out.

Now, we only exchange polite greetings. His apartment was brightly lit, a stark contrast to my gloomy one. I often wonder how we ever fit together, so perhaps it's for the best that we maintain our distance. I sighed, feeling the weight of loneliness pressing down on me. At times, it gets so overwhelming that I slip into depression, but what can I do? I sluggishly made my way to bed, knowing tomorrow would be another exhausting day filled with school and work.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

Am I a person who doesn’t deserve to be loved and is only meant to be alone forever? Why must you go? Why must you leave me all alone? Now I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do. Would I be able to see it? Would I ever hear? Would I be able to feel again? How would I face the world if it means you’re the only one in it? Tell me, how would I ever find the light now that you’re gone? How would I smile again or know-how, if the one thought me how now was gone? How would I find the reason, if the only reason for me to smile is you, you all alone, you that are far gone now?

I'm alone, standing on the edge of the world, with nothing but the rain and the memories to keep me company. My heart is raining too. A constant, relentless downpour of grief, regret, and despair. And I don't know if it will ever stop. The darkness in my room is a comforting blanket. I haven't bothered to turn on the lights in days. The only illumination comes from the faint glow of the city outside, painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. I'm lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, lost in a haze of self-pity and regret. Empty bottles litter the room, a testament to my pathetic attempts to numb the pain.