Sad Poetry Books Novels & Stories

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

He sneered with a face full of a victor's arrogance. "Taylor, how does it feel being despised by everyone? The entire internet is calling for your demise. Your life is completely ruined. Even if the police can't find any evidence to convict you, you're still considered an outcast in this society." I glared at him. "Michael, I've done nothing to offend you. That day, I was trying to help you get closer to Jade. I even left to give you space. Why are you so determined to push me to death?"

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

An hour later, after searching for anything to help us within books that ranged from brand new to hundreds of years old, I huffed with disappointment and decided to stretch my legs; my pale finger trailed over the spines of books, dust painting my fingertip. Once I reached the poetry section, I smiled brightly. All around me were books from Silvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickson, Robert Frost, and many others that were like my old friends. Taking a random book off the shelf, I flipped through its contents. "(...) Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~ Tecumseh "You enjoy poetry too?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, making my heart speed up as I jumped slightly. Turn

No one had ever had this much of an impact on me. What more reason do I have to try living? You were my Ikigai and still you are. Everything was bearable just because of you. Now that my heart bleeds in the cold lone night, and you are not here to get me through it all, make it all so hard. What am I supposed to do now? Why is my life only filled with winter and darkness? Why does it have to be me? Why only me? Why doesn't the heavens want me to be happy?

The air seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the collective sorrow of dreams left unfulfilled. With each turned page, Larry unveiled fragments of Sophia's aspirations. Her words, penned with a grace that transcended the ink on paper, echoed through the room like a soft melody. The dreams she had carefully articulated in the diary were now laid bare for those who loved her to witness, a testament to the depth of her spirit.

Tammy The biting air might calm the burning cuts on her flesh, however, the gust is feeble against the aching pain that's rooted inside her. She can almost feel her heart shattered into a million pieces, a torment like nothing she has ever experienced before. Numb to any physical torture, the ghost of Tammy's body sits defeated on Sesh's lawn, aimless and lost like the souls entrapped in the Spirit World. Who knew words can cut more sharply than daggers? And I thought maybe, just maybe, I might have another ending.' Her mind drifts away as she's weakly throwing pebbles at the shimmering window above.

I slipped into a slumber not long after I fell asleep. My deep sleep was flooded with a nightmare. I was drowning in something thicker than water. It smelled metallic, it couldn't be blood could it. I heard a horrid laughter that made my insides turn and twist. Pain filled my mind as I heard the man's laughter turn into taunting phrases. "No one will want you now." "Filthy Whore" "You're mine" the man's voice gave me goosebumps and made me shiver. He reached toward me submerging my head in the blood. I let out a scream and tried to fight him off. To no avail, I felt my lungs burn as I gasped in the thick blood.