Poems About Sadness Novels & Stories

I sighed in frustration. "Looking at the beautiful sea. Holding a can of beer to ease my anxiety. I realized that I Still cannot see the real meaning of things that put through my shoulders. Although the sky reflects the tranquility, even the ocean waves tried to reached the sand. My eyes saw the visibility of a raging waves having the shadow of the sun. I am lost cause I felt the chain attached to me and I will never be free."napatulala lang ako lalo habang binibigkas ang sarili kong poem na nagawa sa pagmamasid sa paligid at pag iisip. "How to escape this kind of destiny? If my mind is troubled with uncertainty." I continued.

Na-appreciate ko ang espasyong ibinibigay niya, kahit minsan nami-miss ko ang regular naming kumustahan. Si Edward naman, kabaligtaran. Ayaw makaramdam. Umabot na siya sa hindi bababa sa apat na magkaibang phone numbers, nagpapadala ng mga message na matatawag ko lang na midnight poetry attempts na sobrang cringe, parang naninigas ang buong katawan ko sa secondhand embarrassment. “I know the painful things will eventually pass, and the us we once were will no longer be us,” basa ko sa isang lalong masakit na mensahe na dumating ng alas-dos ng madaling araw.

Sa wakas ay umalis na siya sa tabi ko kaya nakapag-focus na ako sa pamamalengke. ROME Pinagbuklod ko ang mga hita ko habang binabaling ang tingin ko sa paligid. My heavy breathing doesn’t stop. My soul was drowning in the river of my grief. Even if my sight caught the amazing view of the world, my mind was exploring a lot of places in sadness. Sino ba naman kasing hindi malulungkot? Even if my parents are with me, the reality makes me feel that I have no one by my side.

Naiisip ko si Jasmine, ang babaeng mahal ko, na tila ba nasa ibang mundo rin—malayo, hindi ko maabot, at tila hindi rin nakakaintindi sa sakit na nararamdaman ko. Umupo ako sa isang bangko, at inilapag ang toolbox sa tabi ko. Huminga ako nang malalim, at pinisil ang ulo ko sa pagitan ng mga kamay ko. Parang ang mundo ay umiikot, ngunit wala akong lakas para abutin ang kahit isang bahagi nito. Ramdam ko ang pagkadapa ng pangarap ko—ang pagkawala ng trabaho, ang panghihina ng tiwala sa akin, at ang sakit ng pagkabigo sa sarili.

I'm a mess! Hindi na ba talaga ako makahahanap ng kaligayan? Hindi ko na ba ulit mararanasan kung paano maging masaya? I felt like I'm in a box with no doors to escape. A narrow-spaced dark box made of thick metal. And the only thing I can do is to sit up and cry endlessly. I will mourn and mourn until my voice is no longer to be heard. I felt it, the coldness inside, not of the environment but of my heart. I hope someone will save me. Lit a fire to keep me warmth and free me from this chains. And as I flew, he will look up at me waving his hand smiling. I hope there is, at least one.

Don't blame yourself it is my choice, hayaan mong dugtungan pa ng puso ko ang iyong buhay. Don't be sad when I am gone, I am now part of you giving life and keep me always by your side, I am thankful to meet a person like you, I thought my life is boring but when I met you, you bring out all the colours inside of me. For all the struggles we have passed, for all the happy moments we created from all the pain you gave to me, I will remember it, I will be happy if you are happy too, don't cry I am always be with you.

"Palabasin niyo ako dito!" hinampas ko ng hinampas ang pinto. Wala nang lumalabas na luha sa mga mata ko. Pagod na ako at hindi pa rin maalis ang pait at galit sa puso ko. Paano nila nagawa ito sa sarili nilang anak? Grief does not lessen over time, it just gets more familiar. I learned to live with the constant dull ache and a sadness so profound that I cannot give it a name.

pauli ulit na nag echo ang mga salita niya sa utak ko. "I...told you...I-I'm not..suicidal." hindi ko alam kung bakit kinakabahan na ako. Bakit kailangan kong makinig sa kaniya? Hindi ko kailangang makinig sa kaniya. "A fallen cup of glass A beautiful flower with a grass The sun that setting up Is a sign of broken apart." Napatingin ako sa kaniya ng sabihin niya ang mga salitang yun. That poem...

i added with sobs. Napaluhod ako at patuloy na hinihimas ang lapida ng aking anak. I drowned myself in this sorrow, sadness and pain until the pain turn numb. I drowned myself in my tears until they completely drained. Gustohin ko magpakatatag pero saan ako huhugot ng lakas? Bakit sa kabila nangyayari sa buhay ko bakit nanatiling nakatayo pa rin ako sa mundong ito.

Kaya hanggang ngayon, hindi namin magawang mag-move on. Unfair, isn’t it? They loved us with everything they had, held us so tightly it felt like we’d never be let go—and yet, in the end, they left us hanging. I can’t bring myself to feel anger; it’s not rage that lingers in me… only sadness. A heavy, gnawing sorrow that refuses to fade. I’m still grieving, still learning how to breathe in a world without her.