Novel & Cerita Sad Poetry

So stripped of who I am. Is this how she felt? Every time I cursed her in that fucking dungeon. Every time I told her, I hated her. Every time I wished she had died with her parents. Is this how she felt? Broken? Empty? Lost? I had naively thought that nothing could compare to the pain I went through when Lola rejected me, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. Sadie rejecting me and showing her hate towards me makes me feel like my heart and soul have been put through a mincer. As if they have been shredded into nothing but ground meat. It feels like I have been stripped of everything that makes me and have been left with nothing.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

"I can still remember yesterday ... we were in love in a special way... And knowing that you loved me made me feel, oh, so right... But now I feel lost... I don't know what to do... Each and every day, I think of you... Holding back the tears... I'm trying with all my might... Because I know I'll leave you... Standing all alone... And I know I've got to face the truth... But baby before I go... I want to say I love you... Hope that you're listening... Cos it's true baby... you'll be forever in my heart... " Her thin fingers danced across the piano, hitting the keys as she sang the last melody. A tear ran down her cheek. She didn't know why, but she felt like the words matched what she was fe

SADE If I were asked why I was so hurt, why it hurts so much that it feels like I couldn't breathe, I wouldn't be able to answer. But it hurts. It hurts so much. I was suddenly reminded of the kind of person I was: impure, used, a tool. That was all I was, and maybe that was why it hurt so much. What was I thinking? Wanting a man like this? What was I thinking? “What…” Mr. Varkas stuttered, looking like he didn't know what to do with himself. “What are you saying, Sade? You’re dirty? Who said that?”

Feeling sad made me feel trapped, stuck. Sandra had left the room long ago. Indicating that I was again alone, alone with my thoughts, alone with myself. Stuck with his hollowness, with his gloom, with his darkness, that will swallow me, one day. Nothing seemed nice, everything's seemed off, bland. It was like the happiness in my life was switched with sadness, sorrow with the the click of his fingers. And that happiness was Mathew, my mind couldn't believe that he was no more. That he would never hold me in his arms. That he would never say that he loved me.

Kathy Pov I thought I had gotten tougher and stronger and that I won't tear up again but it turned out that to was far from being the strong woman I thought I was because I cried myself to sleep and woke up with tears in my eyes, I was sick too and had to throw up when I woke up, I understand the sickness was due to my pregnancy but, this much sadness and loneliness wasn't because I was pregnant no it was because that's what it is, that I am sad, that my life wasn't going the way that I would have wanted it to go and the universe wasn't showing mercy on me, I felt like I was feeling all the sadness in the word, my only friend and companion was my unborn baby, I laid in bed with nothing to do

Sad Songs- We The Kings & Elena Coats I was writing while listening to this song, feeling desperate and (hopeless). Represent Gerald and Rara's feelings, perhaps. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 DNA yield 99,348% What the fuck, holy Shit!

To keep her happy, he made me drink ten bottles of champagne. I refused. So, he did it himself. After two bottles, I began to bleed. The third time, I suffered because I failed to deliver certain “toys” on time. As punishment, he made me kneel outside the estate all day. That night, Lucas sought a new thrill—kissing Vanessa passionately in front of me, their laughter twisting like knives in my heart. The overwhelming humiliation and heartbreak stole my third child from me. At that time, I had been carrying twins.

You have the option to break me again. The most agonizing types of pain and sadness are those that cannot be written about or expressed in any other way than through words. They simply ache and ache until the aching manifests itself as an explanation. And if I don't get it all out on paper, what am I going to do with this sadness? What am I supposed to do with all of my sorrow? I'm not sure who I'm going to give this to just yet. In the case of writers, their curse is the inability to immortalize a name before it is taken over by another, to sustain love while still alive, and to write but not be written.

Don't know between near and far, which side is luckier. Sadness is like a greenhouse that has quietly closed around the Earth, then does nothing but watch humanity suck up the remaining oxygen, and then die in the increasing temperature and the toxic gases they release themselves. out. Flare-up. Frustrated. Suffocating. Shut up. People cried out in agony, people tried to break down the door with all their might, but the more they exerted, the more they lost their strength and the faster the air was exhausted. People eventually give up, or don't have the strength to continue. But giving up does not mean that death comes to them less painful. The Earth has become a mass grave, and sadness is a