#sad quotes
I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. Until then, have a day.
Do you know when you find you’re on the edge? When one day, for some stupidity, tears come to your eyes. When one word too many, an insignificant gesture hit you deeply. It does not mean being frail or weak, but having endured too much, too long.
For once I would like to speak to someone who understands how I really feel.
The saddest thing is when you are feeling real down, you look around and realize that there is no shoulder for you.
Sometimes, you just have to stay silent, because no words can explain what’s going on in your mind and heart.
I lied and said I was busy. I was busy, but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am okay. Sometimes, this is my busy, and I will not apologize for it.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
He said: “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?”
She whispered: “Don’t you feel powerless living in other peoples worlds?”
If only this anxiety didn’t dictate all of my thoughts morning until night, a constant reminder to be afraid, to not get too comfortable because danger is always there, waiting, ready to strike at any moment.
And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear run down her cheek and she whispered to herself “I can’t do this anymore…”
Have you ever just sat with your friends realizing you’re the least important friend in the group and that it wouldn’t make difference if you were there or not?
Faking a smile is easier than explaining why you’re sad.
I realized today that I have stopped living life. I’m literally just trying to get to the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I’m not living, I’m waiting. And the trouble is, I don’t know what I’m exactly waiting for. I’m kind of scared for what it might be.
Dear me,
I wish you died.
“And I think grief applies to more than just death. Grieving from failed relationships, from parental relationships, from the person you used to be a few years ago. It hits like a tidal wave, submerging and relentless, and before there’s any time to process—to breathe—the waves keep hiting, harder and harder. Grief can happen suddenly and effectively, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever admitted to myself.”
—S.V//Grief//@sempiternal.poet on Instagram.
“There’s something constantly swirling inside my head—the persistent questions of attempting to fix what is broken. Dealing with everything at once uses an immense amount of energy, but leaves me empty, desperately wanting to change the deepest parts of myself to make all of the pieces fit.
Reminiscing on an old life, an old personality. The pain of loneliness cuts too deep, a reminder of growth from adolescence, but losing myself in the process. Sometimes it’s dangerous to miss my old self. Being content in my skin and having the ability to control the things around me. Now I want to tear away, shed my skin like a snake and become someone else.
The continuous scrutiny from my old life is a reminder of why relationships fell apart the way that they did—painful and unexpected. Expectations began to crumble with age, eyes that view the world in colors changed to only seeing black and white. People who were made to believe that they were irreplaceable said farewell. Ghosts from the past continue to linger.
And I read a book that dealt with grief and it was relatable, even when no one passed. When my entire life shifted on its axis, that’s when I knew the words were relevant. The words that are repeated like a mantra: one day at a time. Even after I endure emotional blows, I’ll take it one day at a time. And until I feel the sadness slip away, I’ll keep reminding myself to take it one day at a time.”
—S.V//One Day at a Time//@sempiternal.poet on Instagram
No hay algo recíproco, es algo que me abrieron los ojos, simplemente da lo mejor de ti, se lo demasiado que duele, que lastima, que baja la autoestima, estar un hoyo del que apenas y sientes que puedes respirar, que cada vez hay más cosas que te agobian, es un sufrimiento peculiar pero del que uno mismo puede escapar, solo te necesitas conocer más, buscar un nuevo ángulo y perspectiva, puede que estés haciendo mal o no, nunca sabrás como lo sentirán los demás, tampoco si lo notarán, hay personas contadas que estarán para ti, pero te dirán lo que quieras escuchar?, al igual que algo a su conveniencia, sin embargo, se que hay una luz ante todo esto, parece extraño, pero no por el pasado vayas a desperdiciar o dudar, es un obstáculo que te hará caer y ver perder algo que no volverá a pasar disfruta cada instante sea una persona real o no, no caigas ante los demás, habrá un momento en que lloraras pero no como acostumbras, simplemente lo notarás en la primera lágrima, sentirás el crujir del corazón y el desconsuelo como nunca, pero así el mundo entero esté en tu contra espero haya alguien que te ayude a afrontarlo y si no lo hay aquí estaré para ir en contra de todo
“ Living hurts more than dying”
-ttwj
Me giving my heart to someone
“Fight for me, show me you care”
-ttwj
