Sad Poetry Novels & Stories

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

sad, and the worst kind that was similar like the sadness I had when my father died, even though I don't really know why it fucking hurts, and why it pains me so much that him, that shitty Lucas was just like the rest, but it burnt me, and again, again I feel depressed, useless, God I was the biggest fool in the whole wide world, cause what was I thinking, why did I ever thought he could ever for once like a trash like me, WHY! Why do I wish he didn't send me that text... Why do I wish that the truth wasn't that he hesitated, and finally realized that it wasn't probably worth it to be with a guy like me... Why!!! Am I that shitty?... Am I that useless?... Why is it always I who get to burn..

“Another thing in this world is it's too much! 7 billion people? really? How can others know what we are good at? How can others find out that people are great singers if there are a lot out there singing already? Heck, even it's tough to write a book and want to share your story because there are a lot out there published. Too many people doing good at that particular thing that agents or companies are looking for someone better than those outside. Even they find something almost the same but switch it up a little bit. If it's different, go away--or something I don't know. I'm just blabbering about how many opportunities people with dreams missed because people around them said that they ca

Like I was nothing. Every time it loops, I feel like I’m dying again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard Sophia’s voice in the dark. “Oh, Babes…I hate thinking of you with her.” It’s her voice that haunts me the most; sweet and lethal. The same voice that poisoned everything in my life from the beginning.

Like someone who had lost her sanity, she suddenly laughed at herself, looking so bleak and sad. She couldn't sleep all night, staring blankly at the pills in her right hand, filled with immense frustration. The disappointment, anger, and sadness left Zaylee unsure of what to do now. Like a ball thrown far, penetrating several levels of the sky, then falling into the most bottomless abyss without any light.

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

#MarriedButAlone #IMarriedACheater #PagesI’llDeleteLater “What is this? A pity poem?” I spat with a scowl, “Who the hell wrote this?!”

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

Only cars and cars were in sight as it more looked like a parking lot. She started crying loudly as she knew no one is here to listen to her loud sobs. She can pour her heart out. Covering her face with both hands, she let the tears flow endlessly. Her life was hell even though she was trying to imagine it as heaven. Men and men! Everywhere!

The unwelcomed morning bloomed across the horizon anyways. Selena sat on the edge of the bed, naked with the duvet pulled up to her chest. She is used to waking up naked once in a while before this, but now, it seems to be the norm. Oddly, her face is dull, mirroring heartache and sorrow boiling within. Hours skipped by with her sitting stoned, gazing emptily upon the sunlight pouring through the window in her room.