Novel & Cerita Puisi Kecewa Karena Sikapmu

Anger simmered beneath the surface, mingling with the disappointment, as I grappled with the unfairness of it all. How could someone use me for their own selfish purposes without regard for what I felt even if he didn't feel the same? At this revelation, I felt a sense of emptiness and disillusionment. Suddenly, as I stared deeply in his empty and cold eyes as a glimmer of strength amidst the disappointment enveloped me, I made up my mind. "Ooh, if that is what you want. Who am I to say no?" My words came out as empty as I wanted them to be.

Vihaan's heart bore the weight of Sukoon's piercing words, as they cut through his soul like a thousand knives. The verbal assault struck him deep, leaving an indelible mark of pain and anguish. "Okay, fine," he managed to utter, his voice quivering with hurt. "I don't love you." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of shattered dreams and broken promises.

His words sliced through mine, cutting off my sentence midstream. I let out a heavy sigh, my chest rising and falling with the weight of my disappointment. His words fall on deaf ears, their meaning lost in the void of my indifference. The argument fails to captivate me in any way. I inhaled a long, slow breath, and focused intently on his words as I gently placed my hands on his warm, flushed cheeks. I had a hunch that he was only doing it to persuade me about certain matters. "I can feel the weight of your words, Blake . . ." I grumbled under my breath.

It is a beacon, guiding me towards new horizons and propelling my dreams to greater heights. "You've made a grave mistake, my son," my mother spat out with bitter resentment, her words laced with disappointment and regret, as she criticized your choice to welcome her back into your life. Her disappointment in me was palpable, a heavy cloud that hung in the air. I could feel it weighing down on my shoulders, a constant reminder of my shortcomings.

Ignoring the girl who was still between them. “See?” Angga said sarcastically. "Your selfish attitude is what really makes me hesitate to propose to you right away. I love you, but you're so selfish. If my parents are going to act like that, it means they're disappointed in you." Angga massaged his temples with a tired look. ”I don't know what will happen later. It's possible that I won't be allowed to marry you, Dis."

What are you doing God ? Why are you doing this to me ?. I shouldn't have said those words to him . Now he will think I am some kind of stupid. I think I will lose my hope and my life . I was never the optimistic one . My spirit will leave me if I live like this for another moment but at the same time I know nothing gonna change. I will walk out this door and my reality will slap me . My reality will beat me and laugh at me . I can't give up and at the same I can't live .

Silent Scream By: Anna Blue "I'm caught up in your expectations You try'na make me live your dream But I'm causing you so much frustration And you only want the best for me" Masyado silang nag-expect sa akin. Sa sobrang expectations nila, konting pagkakamali ko nafru-frustrate na agad sila. Pinipilit nila ako sa pangarap nila. Tapos sasabihin nila para sa akin din yun, tss, lokohin nila nanay nila, para sa kanila yun. Kasi family of lawyer sila! Eh sa ayoko nun, pilit sila ng pilit! "You wanting me to show more interests

My thoughts with an eye roll. "I am not ... 'i choke on the rest words as I belch out of a bitter bile eruption in my mouth making my face go sour. God! Am fed up to the point of physical manifestation.' ... and you are not listening. Truth is there's no talking to you right now! Cause it's be a total waste! You have concreted your mind! It's impossible to get through to you! And I have lost too much of too little the energy I had, to throw away the meagre one am managing right now."

I say vaguely. “Ah,” he says, his green eyes understanding. “The worst kind. Mine think I’m a charming failure. Yours?” “Think I’m a disappointing success,” I say before I can stop myself. He laughs, a rich, wonderful sound. “I like that. A disappointing success. There’s a poem in that.”

I text him, asking if Greta is okay, asking where the driver is, but the bubbles never appear. The weight of the rejection is heavy, a familiar, suffocating blanket. I’m not angry anymore, and I’m not even sad—I’m just profoundly disappointed. It’s the same cycle, the same script, just with different actors and excuses. I call a ride-share, and it’s there in five minutes.