Poems About Sadness Novels & Stories

Lahat ng sakit ay nandidito sa dibdib at dinudurog ako dahil sariwang-sariwa sa akin ang lahat. Can someone tell me, how can I escape from this sadness and pain? Haven't I deserve to be happy?

Kadalasan ay ayaw ko na pumapasok dito dahil pakiramdam ko ay unti-unti rin na nalalagot ang natitira ko na tapang para sa sarili ko. Hindi ko alam kung kailan matatapos ang sakit na nararamdaman ko o kung mawawala pa nga ba ito. Hindi ko alam kung may buhay pa ba na naghihintay para sa amin ng mga anak ko nang wala si Colton sa amin. I am slowly falling into the pit of despair and darkness. And I am drowning into my own sorrow and pain. And right now, I don’t even know how I can survive this.

Sambit niya bago tumayo pagkatapos ay inilahad ang kanyang kamay. Malungkot akong napangiti bago tinanggap iyon. One of the saddest things in the world is to feel broken, and although you're somehow been figuratively ripped apart you feel like can never be put back together again. These are days when I ask myself! What are you staying here for? Most times I don't even have an answer. Sometimes I just don't want to be here anymore. That I don't want to fight this kind of sadness sicked. Those toughest thoughts to deal with.

Noong bata pa ako, I used to think na kapag umulan sa araw na namatay ang isang tao, ibig sabihin, may nalulungkot somewhere. Maybe heaven. Maybe the universe. Maybe yung mga taong hindi marunong magsabi ng I love you habang may chance pa. I always thought that if I were the one to disappear someday, I hoped it would rain. So maybe, just maybe, the rain could wash away everything I'd leave behind. The guilt. The regrets. The words I never had the courage to say.

Sa matagal na panahon, this was the first time again that I fell on the floor crying. The last time was a very long time ago. When I lost someone I truly loved. Now, it was like Deja vu. That devastating feeling of losing someone is now back. Indeed, sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I whispered, my voice hoarse with unshed tears. I stood there, staring at the inscription, my mind a jumbled mess of grief and guilt. I should have been beside her sooner. I should have been beside her every day, holding her hand, telling her how much I loved her. But I was lost in my own world, oblivious to the pain she must have felt in her final days. I turned away, my eyes searching the horizon, as if looking for someone who was no longer there. The sun, a pale disc behind the clouds, cast long shadows across the cemetery, making the world feel even more desolate.

Hindi ko alam kung mababaliw ba ako sa pangungulila o ano. What I feel is a mix of that feeling when you want something so bad and yet you know it is already a dead end for you to obtain it, and sadness; that same sadness that feels like a perfect concoction of grief and sorrow. Sobrang hirap na dala-dala ko 'to sa loob ko sa araw-araw na yata ng buhay ko, and it is with a heavy heart for me to say that it is what I exactly feel right now as I follow the direction from which the noises were coming from.

Paano siya nakakalakad palayo nang walang dahilan, nang walang pag aalinlangan , Na parang wala pagmamahal na naganap sa loob ng tatlong taon. Alone in the park, with the rain cascading down around her, Genevieve felt as though she were drowning in a sea of unshed tears and unspoken sorrows. Each drop of rain was a dagger, piercing her soul with its icy touch, echoing the emptiness that now consumed her very being. As the storm raged on, Genevieve sank to her knees, her tears blending seamlessly with the rain that fell from the heavens.

Ang makakapal na patak ng ulan ay mukhang bumabagsak sa kanyang puso, na nagdudulot ng matinding sakit para sa kanya. Ang mga dilaw na rosas na hawak niya ay mukhang nawalan ng kulay sa isang iglap, at nawala rin ang orihinal nilang kahulugan. Tumulo ang luha sa kanyang mga mata ng hindi niya namamalayan, na nagpalabo sa kanyang paningin. ‘Felipe Whitman, hindi ko alam kung magkikita pa tayo sa susunod na buhay, pero sa buhay na ito, mukhang wala na tayong tiyansa na magkita pang muli.’

Akmang tatayo na sana ako para hanapin siya sa labas kaso natigilan ako nang mapansin ang isang papel na nakaipit sa nakapatong na flower vase. Kunot ang noo kong kinuha ito. At ganoon na lamang ang pagkaawang ng labi ko habang binabasa ang nakasulat. Parang may kung anong matulis na bagay ang tumutusok sa puso ko habang binabasa ang bawat kataga. Tila ba ramdam na ramdam ko ang bawat katagang pinapahiwatig niya. And somehow, I felt pain and sadness. Bakit tila parang namaalam siya gayung ilang araw lang naman siyang mawawala.