Sad And Alone Poetry Novels & Stories

My chest heaved as I tried to hold back the sobs building in my throat, but it was useless. "I don't..." I gasped, my voice breaking. "I don't have... I don't have anyone!." The words came out in a rush, barely coherent between the sobs that were now shaking my entire body. I covered my face with my hands, shame burning through me like fire. "I'm completely alone," I whispered through my fingers. "There's no one. No one at all."

Years of waiting gone in a few words. I had never felt so alone.

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

How can someone be so heartless? "I am always alone." My voice carries no emotion, just like all the emotions have died inside me. I feel hollow as if all the pain and sorrow have drained out of me, leaving me empty. I was... I am... And I will always be alone. Maybe this is what Moon Goddess has written in my fate... to be alone and unwanted. A strange look appears on his face, but it goes away in a blink of an eye. "My wolf was restless. He wants to hold you." He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me.

Mom, Dad, Samar, Navi and now Hadi too. And now—now I am all alone, ya Allah. I don't know what to do? I am so scared. Maybe this is recompense of my sins. Of what I used to do. For forgetting You—I might just forever be alone—When I had everything, I couldn't feel anything but misery because of it. And now—now I am left with nothing, no one—No one but You, ya Allah—Please ya Allah—become sufficient for me. I am a sinner, but I have no one but You, my Creator. I am completely alone, ya Allah—I fear that my heart will give away from this pain—Please—Please, ya Allah—pour patience over me—Please help my heart not sway from Your remembrance; from Your mercy. Help me become the person, You love—

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?

Naked, blindfolded, humiliated, and the worst, Alone.

A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek. Pidge knew the moment she started to cry, she was alone. She cried slowly, with tears dripping down her temples and the soft hum of her own voice echoing throughout the room. She knew she existed and breathed. It was as simple and beautiful as the strumming of a guitar. Yet, she meant nothing to anyone. She was alone, sinking deeper and deeper within her own music. The rest of the world could be seen, drifting farther and farther away as teardrops made up her ocean. They fell into her parted lips and stuck to her eyelashes. She could taste them, rolling down her parched throat. She was

Raisa wrote a poem entitled in the quiet, she then reread her work. In a lonely corner of the silent night, I hug your shadow in this loneliness. The longing that slices the heart, Flowed with tears that did not stop. In every beat of my heart, There is your name that echoes sadly. The hope that used to strengthen, Now only a painful memory. I walk in empty hallways, Without direction, without light. All the promises you once made, Are now just shadows that disappear slowly. Time passes slowly and cruelly, Leaving deep wounds.

Let us not forget eating alone, sitting alone, sleeping alone, and doing everything alone. Tears are continuously flowing from my eyes, thinking about my past. A painful past. Why, God, am I alone? Why do I not have anyone I can love? Why do I not have anyone who loves me? Am I that bad? When will this get over? Why can't you call me Mama? I want to come to you. Tell me, mama, tell me. I do not want to live anymore. Call me Mama, please. I cry as loud as I can. I know no one will hear me here.