Poems About Being Alone And Depressed Novels & Stories

After staring at the vast beautiful green grass, you find your self laughing at an old joke you remembered alone. They say lone wolves do not get far alone but here you are alone, okay, happy. It seems like a jig saw puzzle suddenly fit into place. Then it hits you, the reality hits you, you are free from depression and anxiety, you don’t want to kill yourself anymore, you want to live, you want to try, literature is one of your best classes. Life is not bad the universe is beautiful; the world is awesome and so are you

The constant changes in his environment, the endless stream of new faces and unfamiliar places, had left him feeling disconnected, lost, and alone. His loneliness was a palpable, suffocating presence, a heavy mist that clung to him like a shroud. I felt his despair, a yawning chasm that seemed to stretch out before him like an endless, dark sea. It was as if he was drowning in his own emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. The desperation of his situation was crushing, making it hard for me to breathe, as if I was submerged in the depths of his sorrow, with no escape in sight.

The weight of his betrayal and the degradation heaped upon me threatened to drown me in a sea of despair. As I sink to the ground, the desolation around me mirrors the desolation within. The cold, unforgiving earth beneath me seems to absorb my pain, offering no solace in return. I sit there, a broken figure in a desolate landscape, my sobs echoing in the emptiness.

Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk every day of my life unable to find meaning in what I do. I do

I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it. I feel so alone and broken I have never felt this way before. Why is it all happening? Is it my fault? Atleast give me a reason, for what am I blaming myself for? I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. I just need a long tight hug. To cry my eyes out.. But when I look around I have no one to rely on I have stopped talking lately and no one seems to notice that I have been quite lately...

"There's a poem there I'm going to Recite it." Bryan looked hesitant, he opened the book and gazed back at me. "In loneliness, I find my home Where shadows dance, and darkness roams My heart is empty, my soul is worn For I am alone, with no one to call my own My mother died, and my father blamed Me for her death, with a heart so ashamed I wrote this poem, to cope with the pain Of being alone, with no one to love again I had my grandmother to rely on So I pray every night for her to live long

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

I always say that I don’t need anybody, I am enough for myself but we all know that not true. We all need somebody in our hard times with us so that he can take us back to light from the darkness of the mind. “ yea I am going don’t worry and thanks for saving I seriously don’t know what would have I done if you weren’t here? Thank you so much.”

"Broken and Abused Was left to suffer; Cried and Begged to Be Loved and Cared for" Ashma Rauniyar ******************************* I was broken; I was abused; I was left to suffer on my own; I kept on crying and begging to be loved; to be cared but no one heard my plea of songs. I was left alone to fight; alone to survive; alone to fight with my worst nightmares; left alone to fight the depression. I was left alone by my own family to die.

The next day, The morning unfurled its light, yet its embrace felt cold and distant, a reflection of the melancholy that enveloped my being. Every moment carried the weight of unspoken sorrows, dragging me deeper into a sea of muted emotions. I couldn't take another morning without her beside me. The world outside moved in a somber dance, its colors dulled by the shadow of my desolation. Even the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to whisper tales of sadness, echoing the ache that resided within.