Too Sad To Cry Novels & Stories

Normally I would’ve complained, but tonight I was grateful for the noise, the distraction. Halfway through, Max nudged my shoulder. “You’re allowed to be sad, you know. Just don't give up inside.” “I know,” I whispered. “I just don't know how to not drown in it.” “You have to deal with it,” he said gently. “Or I will.. I won’t let you drown Ivy.” That did it. My eyes burned, and before I could stop myself, the tears came. Quiet at first. Then harder. I set the ice cream down and buried my face in my hands.

I can't keep breaking down, especially when I have to find a roof over my head and pay all the upcoming expenses. I let out a deep sigh and turned around. I couldn't take it anymore, and my tears started to flow. I'm not a crybaby, but I can't help it. I won't hold back, and I swear I feel terrible, to the point where I want to jump into the pool and never come out.

I am feeling it right now. Thinking. I kept on thinking. I can't handle it anymore. My tears are already falling. I don't know why but I just do. I tried to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to cause any noise. I don't want to but myself really contradicts me, I failed. I cry, and cry, and cry. I cry my heart's out. I burst out all the pain I'm feeling. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to let go of this pain. I am deeply hurt.

Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cry shoulder and a beautiful advisor.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

" No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, " I carried him through my arms and brought him inside his room, he is still crying. Someone told me that crying is a sign that you are

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

He seemed to have lost weight, resembling a mere shadow of his former self. Had he always appeared this dreadful? He wondered, leaning against the sink and releasing a heavy sigh. Placing his hands on his face, he stifled a sob that threatened to escape. His fingertips brushed against his cheek, and the tears began to flow uncontrollably. This time, he couldn't contain them any longer. And so, he allowed himself to cry, unleashing his emotions like a child deprived of their beloved toy as a form of punishment.

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

I could imagine blood staining my hands. I shoved it down, a startled gasp on my lips. Shaking my head as tears pricked my eyes. I hated my body sometimes. If I was sad, I cried. Happy…I cried. Even if I was angry and all I wanted to do was spew curses…all I could do was cry. I walked fast away from the table, but I could hear them laugh. "Why'd you do that? Girl's a real butterface." Another guy chuckled. "But that ass though."