Lover of Sadness Root Description http://www.loverofsadness.net/LOS/images/square_logo.jpg Lover of Sadness http://www.loverofsadness.net/LOS/images/square_logo.jpg Tue, 22 May 2018 17:29:57 +0000 Zend_Feed_Writer 1.11.10 (http://framework.zend.com) http://www.loverofsadness.net Story: Dasha. by bella
Back in 2015, Halloween night I was with my ex Chris and he mentions to me that his ex girlfriend found a new girl and that Chris had been sleeping with her, I hated her and I hated him well I met her that night and when I first seen her I wasn't threatened at all she was huge and I was like no comparison. So we met and we became friends and she had my back whenever I needed her.
She started becoming jealous of me and jealous of how Chris was treating me she didn't like that he would have sex with me and not her the sad part is he never liked her he just used her for sex like me. But he actually loved me. And we were homeless in a park and he treated me so much better and she hated that.

She tried to control my life and tried to control me and tried to tell me what to do and she thought she was helping me but she wasn't she made things alot worse and I couldn't stand it. She would come over to see me and bitch about how many miles she was going on her car and she was just the worst.

I had to hide stuff from her because she would go through my phone and not give it back and judged me on everything i did. I tried to like her and I just can't anymore she is too much of a judgmental person. I'm glad she isn't my friend anymore. I could never tell her anything without her yelling at me and trying to control the situation.

Like for example when I went to the police station to press charges against my ex she came with me and tried to make it all about her when I was the one dealing with the situation. The spotlight had to be on her all the time and she kept telling me that he gave me a disease because she had something and that's because she sleeps with everyone. She even wanted to sleep with my boyfriend. She trys to be miss perfect and she isn't.

I now I have to pick my friends carefully and not associate with people like her.
Tags: Broken, Heartbroken]]>
Sat, 12 May 2018 17:50:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/S2cgD7AhQHA/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3423
Back in 2015, Halloween night I was with my ex Chris and he mentions to me that his ex girlfriend found a new girl and that Chris had been sleeping with her, I hated her and I hated him well I met her that night and when I first seen her I wasn't threatened at all she was huge and I was like no comparison. So we met and we became friends and she had my back whenever I needed her.
She started becoming jealous of me and jealous of how Chris was treating me she didn't like that he would have sex with me and not her the sad part is he never liked her he just used her for sex like me. But he actually loved me. And we were homeless in a park and he treated me so much better and she hated that.

She tried to control my life and tried to control me and tried to tell me what to do and she thought she was helping me but she wasn't she made things alot worse and I couldn't stand it. She would come over to see me and bitch about how many miles she was going on her car and she was just the worst.

I had to hide stuff from her because she would go through my phone and not give it back and judged me on everything i did. I tried to like her and I just can't anymore she is too much of a judgmental person. I'm glad she isn't my friend anymore. I could never tell her anything without her yelling at me and trying to control the situation.

Like for example when I went to the police station to press charges against my ex she came with me and tried to make it all about her when I was the one dealing with the situation. The spotlight had to be on her all the time and she kept telling me that he gave me a disease because she had something and that's because she sleeps with everyone. She even wanted to sleep with my boyfriend. She trys to be miss perfect and she isn't.

I now I have to pick my friends carefully and not associate with people like her.
Tags: Broken, Heartbroken]]>
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Poem: You by Shelby My clothes
My room
Even stores
Your scent finds me.

I miss you

My lips
My skin
My fingers
Even my hair
Your touch I still need

I Want You

My eyes
My heart
My wrists
Even my stomach
Your absents hurts me.

I NEED YOU

My happiness
My smile
My glow
Even my innocents
You took from me

I hate you
I Never Wanted You
I DON'T NEED YOU

Please give me back ME
Tags: Depression, Missing You, Self Harm, Depressed, Broken Heart, Sadness, Sad]]>
Fri, 11 May 2018 21:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/le12GLqX9ns/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3874 My clothes
My room
Even stores
Your scent finds me.

I miss you

My lips
My skin
My fingers
Even my hair
Your touch I still need

I Want You

My eyes
My heart
My wrists
Even my stomach
Your absents hurts me.

I NEED YOU

My happiness
My smile
My glow
Even my innocents
You took from me

I hate you
I Never Wanted You
I DON'T NEED YOU

Please give me back ME
Tags: Depression, Missing You, Self Harm, Depressed, Broken Heart, Sadness, Sad]]>
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Story: Mike. by bella
one night I was fighting with my ex boyfriend and Mike and I started talking, and we were talking for three hours just about everything and all of the sudden he says look up at the stars aren't they pretty and I said yes they are don't you think so and he said yeah but I'm not looking at the stars I'm looking at something else, and I said yeah what are you looking at. And then from that point forward things defentily changed.

He came up behind me and put his arms around me and then we started making out and touching each other and I thought for a second that we were going to have sex and I didn't want to make that mistake so we didn't. He wanted me to stay home the next day from church but I chose to go.
The next day, I came back from church and he was working on the house and I was outside talking to him and then he went into his room and told me to follow him and next thing I know we are making out again and then he proceeds to go down on me and we almost had sex when my landlord caught us. That was a humiliating moment, things got cleared up and then we just started sneaking around having sex when no one was home and that went on for a few months.
The start of this new year, he started to change I became no longer a priority to him I started becoming a conviencey and he blamed me and accused me of cheating and doing all these things when all I would do is sit at home and wait for him to come over. And it's been a problem for a while now all I do is cry and just wonder why he does this to me.

He has been just this person I don't recognize anymore and he has time to hang out with his friend while I'm waiting like a lost little puppy for him to come over. And I'm really tired of it and I don't know what more I can do, I loved him but I don't anymore.
Tags: Heartbroken, Sadness]]>
Fri, 11 May 2018 17:50:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/DaaUwIbjdrI/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3422
one night I was fighting with my ex boyfriend and Mike and I started talking, and we were talking for three hours just about everything and all of the sudden he says look up at the stars aren't they pretty and I said yes they are don't you think so and he said yeah but I'm not looking at the stars I'm looking at something else, and I said yeah what are you looking at. And then from that point forward things defentily changed.

He came up behind me and put his arms around me and then we started making out and touching each other and I thought for a second that we were going to have sex and I didn't want to make that mistake so we didn't. He wanted me to stay home the next day from church but I chose to go.
The next day, I came back from church and he was working on the house and I was outside talking to him and then he went into his room and told me to follow him and next thing I know we are making out again and then he proceeds to go down on me and we almost had sex when my landlord caught us. That was a humiliating moment, things got cleared up and then we just started sneaking around having sex when no one was home and that went on for a few months.
The start of this new year, he started to change I became no longer a priority to him I started becoming a conviencey and he blamed me and accused me of cheating and doing all these things when all I would do is sit at home and wait for him to come over. And it's been a problem for a while now all I do is cry and just wonder why he does this to me.

He has been just this person I don't recognize anymore and he has time to hang out with his friend while I'm waiting like a lost little puppy for him to come over. And I'm really tired of it and I don't know what more I can do, I loved him but I don't anymore.
Tags: Heartbroken, Sadness]]>
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Poem: Finding myself by loving man I feel like I am going fucking crazy
Everything is so hazy
Here I am stuck in the past
There is so many vast answers
Everyone I love has cancers
I am all alone
Trying to get in the zone
To rewind myself
To bind myself
So I can put myself together
Cause if I done I will be stuck like this for forever

Chorus
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse two:
I am trying to get this wrapped chain off of me
So I can walk without this cane
This world is rough
So I try to be tough
But that is not enough
I am trying to get myself maintain
But I feel like I am insane
It is hard to manage the pain
It does nothing but rain all over me
Here I go on this train
To see what I can do

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse 3:
I am trying to find the key
So I can happy
And life will not be as crappy
I am trying to off this path
So I will not have to deal with aftermath of myself
Cause I do not have any personally wealth
I want to get back on track
But I lack the responsibility to help myself
I try to provide protection
But I get nothing but rejection
I had this girl once
I gave her nothing but my affection
But she treated me like an infection
There is so much traction
I have only a bad reaction

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself

Verse four:
It is time for me to stand up
I will not back down anymore
It is time for me to go out my door
Let us tear shit up
Let us burn it all down
I am not giving up
Let me show you now

Chorus:
I have changed myself
I am free
That Is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
I have fought to get here
That is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
Tags: Rhyme, Pain]]>
Thu, 10 May 2018 21:30:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/8cvhUKCLmR0/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3873 I feel like I am going fucking crazy
Everything is so hazy
Here I am stuck in the past
There is so many vast answers
Everyone I love has cancers
I am all alone
Trying to get in the zone
To rewind myself
To bind myself
So I can put myself together
Cause if I done I will be stuck like this for forever

Chorus
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse two:
I am trying to get this wrapped chain off of me
So I can walk without this cane
This world is rough
So I try to be tough
But that is not enough
I am trying to get myself maintain
But I feel like I am insane
It is hard to manage the pain
It does nothing but rain all over me
Here I go on this train
To see what I can do

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse 3:
I am trying to find the key
So I can happy
And life will not be as crappy
I am trying to off this path
So I will not have to deal with aftermath of myself
Cause I do not have any personally wealth
I want to get back on track
But I lack the responsibility to help myself
I try to provide protection
But I get nothing but rejection
I had this girl once
I gave her nothing but my affection
But she treated me like an infection
There is so much traction
I have only a bad reaction

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself

Verse four:
It is time for me to stand up
I will not back down anymore
It is time for me to go out my door
Let us tear shit up
Let us burn it all down
I am not giving up
Let me show you now

Chorus:
I have changed myself
I am free
That Is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
I have fought to get here
That is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
Tags: Rhyme, Pain]]>
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Story: Misunderstood by Brown I met my still husband, pending divorce sometime next year, in 2012. He was the most wonderful person i have ever met in my life. We started seeing each other slowly and before we knew it, we were dating. I was doing my voluntary year. Everything was ok and i got pregnant. I was so happy but he was so shocked. I assured him we will raise our child the best way we can together. Few months unto the relationship he started showind some wierd character. I would tell him something and he could understand what he wanted. I thought maybe he was too excited to have me and the pregnancy. I let everything slide swipping the bad energy under the carpet. Little did i know that was the biggest mistake of my life. He took everything for grantee getting support from his family. I tried talking to hin but there's no way i could stand against his family. Out of respect i decided to focus on my child. He would do things and put the blame on me. I would defend myself but it didn't bring much. At one given time i fled to my friend with a 6 month old pregnancy. I was scared of my child. I wanted to have this baby. He turned the while story against me. His friend began to hate me. I stayed. When my child was born, the first 3 months were ok. His family would brag before me how stubborn and nagging they were. I kept quiet. Slowly my child was doing okay. My then husband would come from work and play with him. During the day i would take care of all the house chores and baby stuff. The mother and sister started insisting i should do things with them. I did only when i had time but they wanted to monitor me 24/7.i felt unease and i slowly withdrew. The mother started insulting me in our apartment. I usually told him but he ignored everything. A lot happened and i found myself broken and abandoned. My child joined daycare. His speech was slow. My husband usually told me that he is mentally handicapped. I cried inside and treid to tell him to stop. He got backup from his family. It tore me into pieces everyday. My son on the otjer hand was a jovial and a healthtly kid. I ignoree their negative energy and struggled to survive.

I kept quiet just for the sake of peace. I lost my husbnd to his family. Everything went downhill drastically. I had no time to react nor think. I tried talking and reasoning with him but nothing changed. A while back i had opened up to him. The greatesg mistake of my life. I had closed that chapter of my life and i had healed.je listened to accuse me and not to understand me. Everyday he would remind me of that closed chapter. Outside he was so ashamed of me. I thought maybe i wasn't beautiful enough. I invested in clothesand make-up. I could even sleep in sexy outfits next to him. For a whole year he ignord me. I didn't give up. Need i say i used to pray endlessly. Notjjng changed. He would forve me to cut his beard, and flush the toilet whenever he would do his thing. Neighbours sstarted conplaining about our noise. I never knew what else to do. I waited and hoped he would change. I tried talking to his mother for help but she constantly insulted me.

We bought a house together. He planned a very dangerous plan. He was to render me mad before the police and he could continue staying in the house. My son was emotionally damaged. I couldn't reach out to him. Everytime i tried to, his father would come in between us. I cried silently but it didn't stop. I had nowhere else to go. He finally threw my and i out of the house. Need i say he had been operated on 2 days before. He would cry in pain as i tried to give him a roof and food. Back at the house my husband would chill with his friends and play xbox and drink the whole time. I felt devastated.

He never seemed bothered. I had to stop school. I missed a few exams and projects. It didn't break me though. I fought hard to survive.
We finally separated and his father threw me out of a hpuse we had bought together. I stayed calm and left everything to God.
He finally succeded in hating me together with his family. I loved him deeply and he used that against me. Hes busy spreading rumours that i want to kill myself.

The truth is he has bullied me all those years we were married me. He attempted to strangle me once. He would push me around the house and insult me . He meant i was neber fit to be a mother to his child. He wanted and still wants me gone. The bully is still going on tormenting my life even when i have accepted the separation.the only mistake was that i loved him. I love with my son but it's not easy. I am trying to fight be strong for my son but i am not. I have given up on the good things of life. The idea of having him tormemt me for another 13 years till my son hits 18 is a long time. I am sacred for my life. I have tried to reach out to a few people for help but all in vain. He's not yet done with me. I want to love again but that road is a dangerous one.

My mistake was to love deeply.
Tags: Hurt]]>
Thu, 10 May 2018 17:45:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/6RuwNInzex0/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3420 I met my still husband, pending divorce sometime next year, in 2012. He was the most wonderful person i have ever met in my life. We started seeing each other slowly and before we knew it, we were dating. I was doing my voluntary year. Everything was ok and i got pregnant. I was so happy but he was so shocked. I assured him we will raise our child the best way we can together. Few months unto the relationship he started showind some wierd character. I would tell him something and he could understand what he wanted. I thought maybe he was too excited to have me and the pregnancy. I let everything slide swipping the bad energy under the carpet. Little did i know that was the biggest mistake of my life. He took everything for grantee getting support from his family. I tried talking to hin but there's no way i could stand against his family. Out of respect i decided to focus on my child. He would do things and put the blame on me. I would defend myself but it didn't bring much. At one given time i fled to my friend with a 6 month old pregnancy. I was scared of my child. I wanted to have this baby. He turned the while story against me. His friend began to hate me. I stayed. When my child was born, the first 3 months were ok. His family would brag before me how stubborn and nagging they were. I kept quiet. Slowly my child was doing okay. My then husband would come from work and play with him. During the day i would take care of all the house chores and baby stuff. The mother and sister started insisting i should do things with them. I did only when i had time but they wanted to monitor me 24/7.i felt unease and i slowly withdrew. The mother started insulting me in our apartment. I usually told him but he ignored everything. A lot happened and i found myself broken and abandoned. My child joined daycare. His speech was slow. My husband usually told me that he is mentally handicapped. I cried inside and treid to tell him to stop. He got backup from his family. It tore me into pieces everyday. My son on the otjer hand was a jovial and a healthtly kid. I ignoree their negative energy and struggled to survive.

I kept quiet just for the sake of peace. I lost my husbnd to his family. Everything went downhill drastically. I had no time to react nor think. I tried talking and reasoning with him but nothing changed. A while back i had opened up to him. The greatesg mistake of my life. I had closed that chapter of my life and i had healed.je listened to accuse me and not to understand me. Everyday he would remind me of that closed chapter. Outside he was so ashamed of me. I thought maybe i wasn't beautiful enough. I invested in clothesand make-up. I could even sleep in sexy outfits next to him. For a whole year he ignord me. I didn't give up. Need i say i used to pray endlessly. Notjjng changed. He would forve me to cut his beard, and flush the toilet whenever he would do his thing. Neighbours sstarted conplaining about our noise. I never knew what else to do. I waited and hoped he would change. I tried talking to his mother for help but she constantly insulted me.

We bought a house together. He planned a very dangerous plan. He was to render me mad before the police and he could continue staying in the house. My son was emotionally damaged. I couldn't reach out to him. Everytime i tried to, his father would come in between us. I cried silently but it didn't stop. I had nowhere else to go. He finally threw my and i out of the house. Need i say he had been operated on 2 days before. He would cry in pain as i tried to give him a roof and food. Back at the house my husband would chill with his friends and play xbox and drink the whole time. I felt devastated.

He never seemed bothered. I had to stop school. I missed a few exams and projects. It didn't break me though. I fought hard to survive.
We finally separated and his father threw me out of a hpuse we had bought together. I stayed calm and left everything to God.
He finally succeded in hating me together with his family. I loved him deeply and he used that against me. Hes busy spreading rumours that i want to kill myself.

The truth is he has bullied me all those years we were married me. He attempted to strangle me once. He would push me around the house and insult me . He meant i was neber fit to be a mother to his child. He wanted and still wants me gone. The bully is still going on tormenting my life even when i have accepted the separation.the only mistake was that i loved him. I love with my son but it's not easy. I am trying to fight be strong for my son but i am not. I have given up on the good things of life. The idea of having him tormemt me for another 13 years till my son hits 18 is a long time. I am sacred for my life. I have tried to reach out to a few people for help but all in vain. He's not yet done with me. I want to love again but that road is a dangerous one.

My mistake was to love deeply.
Tags: Hurt]]>
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Poem: Forever by Soumya vermani When you couldn’t even keep it true
You said you’d be there forever
But they were just words pulled from thin air
I thought you felt the same
That you’d cover me in the rain
I thought forever was always forever
But now there’s not even us..never
You said you’d be there for me
But now i truly see
That you never saw the feelings in me
You’ve pierced me with the heart breaking knife
I thought forever was forever,it was no just a word
But i guess that’s not what i heard...
Tags: Hurt, Heartbroken]]>
Wed, 09 May 2018 21:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/cB699xC3AXM/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3871 When you couldn’t even keep it true
You said you’d be there forever
But they were just words pulled from thin air
I thought you felt the same
That you’d cover me in the rain
I thought forever was always forever
But now there’s not even us..never
You said you’d be there for me
But now i truly see
That you never saw the feelings in me
You’ve pierced me with the heart breaking knife
I thought forever was forever,it was no just a word
But i guess that’s not what i heard...
Tags: Hurt, Heartbroken]]>
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Story: Goodbye my almost lover by Chana Lei
But of all those messages your message was the one that pissed me off! To the point of almost blocking you. For some reason. I didn't. I replied. So I'm ugly huh? And yeah, I was thinking, maybe its his way to got my attention. And sure it was. And that's the start of our day and night conversation. I was so happy talking to him over the phone and video calling. I got to know him well, all about his background and family. But for me I didn't even disclose my whole real name. He did asked but I always change the topic so he won't pressed the issue. And I think he understands or maybe he doesn't just mind at all. One day he stops sending me messages. I was worried. But I don't wanna text him because I don't want him to know that I already care for him. After 2 weeks, I received a call from him asking if he can come over to my place. I don't know what to say. I want him to come but I don't want to attach myself to someone. Coming in my place is like opening up myself to him. I ignore my thoughts and just went on to my feelings. And there I saw him across the street. Smiling at me. I almost cried. God how I miss this man. He slowly approach me. And throw his arms around me. I wasn't expecting that. But hugged him back. And he said "Hi Babe, nice meeting you. Sorry I got sick..and I just got out from the hospital yesterday. " At the moment whatever He's saying doesn't matter anymore. I just wanna feel his warm embrace. I heard him laugh. And I felt my cheeks blushed. "What am I doing, hugging this person whom I just met for the first time." From then on, every time He is free or I am free we made sure that we have time together, go shopping, go out or just sit on his car and talk about anything. We hold hands nothing else. He respected me a lot. And that"s what I love him the most. He never took advantage of me. Even If He knows that I like him a lot.

And then realization hit me hard. What am I doing. Why am I hurting him? So the best way I can do is to stop seeing him. Stop the communication. I remember one time. We were on his car. And I have this song playing on my phone. The title is "How can you heal a broken heart" and I asked him about that. He said. "Ill just kiss you. and I just rolled my eyes. I told him. To heal a broken heart you just need to accept that it's over. that you're not meant to be. I told him If I'll say I"m done, don't text me anymore because I'm really and no one can change my mind." After I said those words before. I had this feeling to take back my words but I don"t know why I didn't. So after all the thoughts, I remember..I wasn't looking for love. It was all my fault, I let my emotion took over my mind. The day I told him that I will stop texting him is the last time I heard him. I know he took my advice seriously. That if I'm done, never bother me again. I miss him so much. I miss the laugh, the good times, the way he held my hand tightly, the nightly talk before I go to sleep. I wish I met you earlier. I wish I had love you before anyone. The night before my flight, I was busy packing my things. I saw the notebook whom we used to write silly things for each other. My tears blinded my eyes. How I miss you so much. In that moment I wish to see you one last time. To hear your voice. And before I know it my phone is ringing and I couldn't believe my eyes. It just keep on ringing I don't have the courage to answer it because I know I'm gonna broke down. All my defenses will be gone. But you keep on calling. I pressed received call. No one dared to speak first. I can hear your breathing. And I said, I'm sorry. You replied. can I come see you, I miss you so much..please whatever I did for you to stop messaging me maybe I can work it out just don't leave me hanging"..I cried so hard. I couldn't speak..What did I do. Why did it come to that point that you need to beg for me. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you. As I found the will to answer I told him "I've never been honest with you" And what he said broke my heart so bad that I wish I could turn back time to just love him alone. "No matter who you are I don"t care. I love you Baba. I turned my phone off after I heard him say that. I've been so selfish. So bad. I really don't deserve him. He needs someone who can love him faithfully and honestly. And I am not the person who can do that. Because I am married.
Tags: Heartbroken]]>
Wed, 09 May 2018 17:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/Q3NtEp55Obw/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3402
But of all those messages your message was the one that pissed me off! To the point of almost blocking you. For some reason. I didn't. I replied. So I'm ugly huh? And yeah, I was thinking, maybe its his way to got my attention. And sure it was. And that's the start of our day and night conversation. I was so happy talking to him over the phone and video calling. I got to know him well, all about his background and family. But for me I didn't even disclose my whole real name. He did asked but I always change the topic so he won't pressed the issue. And I think he understands or maybe he doesn't just mind at all. One day he stops sending me messages. I was worried. But I don't wanna text him because I don't want him to know that I already care for him. After 2 weeks, I received a call from him asking if he can come over to my place. I don't know what to say. I want him to come but I don't want to attach myself to someone. Coming in my place is like opening up myself to him. I ignore my thoughts and just went on to my feelings. And there I saw him across the street. Smiling at me. I almost cried. God how I miss this man. He slowly approach me. And throw his arms around me. I wasn't expecting that. But hugged him back. And he said "Hi Babe, nice meeting you. Sorry I got sick..and I just got out from the hospital yesterday. " At the moment whatever He's saying doesn't matter anymore. I just wanna feel his warm embrace. I heard him laugh. And I felt my cheeks blushed. "What am I doing, hugging this person whom I just met for the first time." From then on, every time He is free or I am free we made sure that we have time together, go shopping, go out or just sit on his car and talk about anything. We hold hands nothing else. He respected me a lot. And that"s what I love him the most. He never took advantage of me. Even If He knows that I like him a lot.

And then realization hit me hard. What am I doing. Why am I hurting him? So the best way I can do is to stop seeing him. Stop the communication. I remember one time. We were on his car. And I have this song playing on my phone. The title is "How can you heal a broken heart" and I asked him about that. He said. "Ill just kiss you. and I just rolled my eyes. I told him. To heal a broken heart you just need to accept that it's over. that you're not meant to be. I told him If I'll say I"m done, don't text me anymore because I'm really and no one can change my mind." After I said those words before. I had this feeling to take back my words but I don"t know why I didn't. So after all the thoughts, I remember..I wasn't looking for love. It was all my fault, I let my emotion took over my mind. The day I told him that I will stop texting him is the last time I heard him. I know he took my advice seriously. That if I'm done, never bother me again. I miss him so much. I miss the laugh, the good times, the way he held my hand tightly, the nightly talk before I go to sleep. I wish I met you earlier. I wish I had love you before anyone. The night before my flight, I was busy packing my things. I saw the notebook whom we used to write silly things for each other. My tears blinded my eyes. How I miss you so much. In that moment I wish to see you one last time. To hear your voice. And before I know it my phone is ringing and I couldn't believe my eyes. It just keep on ringing I don't have the courage to answer it because I know I'm gonna broke down. All my defenses will be gone. But you keep on calling. I pressed received call. No one dared to speak first. I can hear your breathing. And I said, I'm sorry. You replied. can I come see you, I miss you so much..please whatever I did for you to stop messaging me maybe I can work it out just don't leave me hanging"..I cried so hard. I couldn't speak..What did I do. Why did it come to that point that you need to beg for me. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you. As I found the will to answer I told him "I've never been honest with you" And what he said broke my heart so bad that I wish I could turn back time to just love him alone. "No matter who you are I don"t care. I love you Baba. I turned my phone off after I heard him say that. I've been so selfish. So bad. I really don't deserve him. He needs someone who can love him faithfully and honestly. And I am not the person who can do that. Because I am married.
Tags: Heartbroken]]>
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Poem: Dead Inside by Maeve Lox shots are fired
but no matter what i do
why do i always feel tired?

this is so sick
the madness, the grief, the sudden changes
i just want to live my life
without all the cages

trapped here, trapped there
there's no escape
even when
i try to not care

no one's gonna miss
the way that i talk, speak, or love
what's the point of living
when your life's not spoken of?
Tags: Dead, Mad, Depressed, Cry, Nothing]]>
Tue, 08 May 2018 21:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/1QM_YCQOcJ8/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3870 shots are fired
but no matter what i do
why do i always feel tired?

this is so sick
the madness, the grief, the sudden changes
i just want to live my life
without all the cages

trapped here, trapped there
there's no escape
even when
i try to not care

no one's gonna miss
the way that i talk, speak, or love
what's the point of living
when your life's not spoken of?
Tags: Dead, Mad, Depressed, Cry, Nothing]]>
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Story: A Sad Story by Soumya vermani
After some time Ruhani talked to Aarav and told him “Aarav! I think that i am being addicted to you, you know like i always want you to talk to me when i want to and whole day long we both have been chatting with each other and i think we both know each other pretty well,but i think its just not this addiction i feel that i have started liking you alot” she finally told him.He was so confused about what to react and say so he let it go in a sarcastic way and after some days he confessed about his feeling as well.

Both were soon in a relationship,they talked to each other all day long till late nights...Both were truly in love with each other and everything was going fine but suddenly some misunderstandings entered their life...A girl named Aashi was Aarav’s new classmate and they both soon became good friends and shared things with each other...Ruhani knew about their friendship and didn’t had a problem with that but she got to know some bad and very very cheap things about Aashi so she told Aarav to stay a bit away from her because she is not at all a nice person from heart she may show it from face but she is a really really cheap person...Aarav agreed to it....

After some time Ruhani got a proposal from a distant friend it was totally an unexpected one!! She obviously had to say a no to him!! Before she could explain all the matter about Ravi to Aarav,He got to know about it from somewhere else and he asked her to block him and ignore him totally. Ruhani asked him alot of times that why was he doing this???he just didn’t say anything and kept on saying that either leave him or leave me and in anger Ruhani said that she will kot leave Ravi at all because he was her friend and in a short time they both had come very close to each other.

Aarav in his ego and anger bursted out and said “Ok then bie forever and be happy with him...i had a great time with you bitch!” Soon Ruhani’s eyes were filled with tears she felt so shocked and she never thought that the guy she loved would ever say this thing even if he was very very angry..and with tears in eyes she asked him “Aarav!plz just tell me one last thing then you can go...are you doing all this because i am talking to Ravi and I don’t want to leave a friend like him????” She asked it Because she wanted Ravi to be in his life but obviously not at Aarav’s cost. Aarav has always been her first priority.

He replied “No not at all i was thinking and i felt that you don’t love me now and that is why i am doing this!!!” With tears in eyes,a heavy heart and with her ego she said “Ok then bie forever,Have a great life ahead and i hate you the mostt Mr.Aarav Gupta” They both just left...They still loved each other their friends tried that they both are together again but their efforts went in vain they both were in their ego even if crying like anything but moved on and with all those marks of tears on their face and a voice in the ears constantly asking them to go back to each other but they never ever looked back again...????
Tags: Hurt, Missing You, True Story, Missing]]>
Tue, 08 May 2018 17:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/DRYu08ZguM8/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3419
After some time Ruhani talked to Aarav and told him “Aarav! I think that i am being addicted to you, you know like i always want you to talk to me when i want to and whole day long we both have been chatting with each other and i think we both know each other pretty well,but i think its just not this addiction i feel that i have started liking you alot” she finally told him.He was so confused about what to react and say so he let it go in a sarcastic way and after some days he confessed about his feeling as well.

Both were soon in a relationship,they talked to each other all day long till late nights...Both were truly in love with each other and everything was going fine but suddenly some misunderstandings entered their life...A girl named Aashi was Aarav’s new classmate and they both soon became good friends and shared things with each other...Ruhani knew about their friendship and didn’t had a problem with that but she got to know some bad and very very cheap things about Aashi so she told Aarav to stay a bit away from her because she is not at all a nice person from heart she may show it from face but she is a really really cheap person...Aarav agreed to it....

After some time Ruhani got a proposal from a distant friend it was totally an unexpected one!! She obviously had to say a no to him!! Before she could explain all the matter about Ravi to Aarav,He got to know about it from somewhere else and he asked her to block him and ignore him totally. Ruhani asked him alot of times that why was he doing this???he just didn’t say anything and kept on saying that either leave him or leave me and in anger Ruhani said that she will kot leave Ravi at all because he was her friend and in a short time they both had come very close to each other.

Aarav in his ego and anger bursted out and said “Ok then bie forever and be happy with him...i had a great time with you bitch!” Soon Ruhani’s eyes were filled with tears she felt so shocked and she never thought that the guy she loved would ever say this thing even if he was very very angry..and with tears in eyes she asked him “Aarav!plz just tell me one last thing then you can go...are you doing all this because i am talking to Ravi and I don’t want to leave a friend like him????” She asked it Because she wanted Ravi to be in his life but obviously not at Aarav’s cost. Aarav has always been her first priority.

He replied “No not at all i was thinking and i felt that you don’t love me now and that is why i am doing this!!!” With tears in eyes,a heavy heart and with her ego she said “Ok then bie forever,Have a great life ahead and i hate you the mostt Mr.Aarav Gupta” They both just left...They still loved each other their friends tried that they both are together again but their efforts went in vain they both were in their ego even if crying like anything but moved on and with all those marks of tears on their face and a voice in the ears constantly asking them to go back to each other but they never ever looked back again...????
Tags: Hurt, Missing You, True Story, Missing]]>
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Story: Why? by Kenley I beat up boys. He was the most common one. I beat up most of them because I was stronger than them.
One day for some reason I started having feelings for him. I don't know why. My friends would make fun of me. Nobody liked him because he had bags under his eyes. But it all changed when he got glasses. He looked a lot cuter. Or my friends called him A Dad.
One day after school everyone was waiting for their bus to be called. My friends started to talk about how I liked him. He was their too. I told them I didn't. They thought I did. They talked about me in high school asking him out. Then the worst thing happen. He told me straight up in my face he didn't like me. I tore apart.

I wanted to run to the bathroom and cry my heart out but I didn't . We ride the same bus. The next couple of weeks I didn't talk to him. I felt dead.

One day our teacher was trying to get Anna kicked out of our class. She always talked. Kevin liked her. He told me.
That hurt worst. She blamed herself talking on him. She was embarrassed of her ADHD. Who would do that.
Still today we're in 6th grade. He calls me bad names like fagget, fat, slut and a man.
But I have one question. Why? Why do I still like him? Anna blamed it on him? How does he like her still?
I promise myself to stand up for him. I don't know why. I'll never know. Will he ever love me? Probably not. Because I'm fat. No boy will understand the pain he caused me.
I never wanted to get married or have children when I got older. They would ruin my career.

My brother told me not to get a boyfriend. I see why. I started feeling depressed. I started listening to sad music. It made me cry. My stomach would hurt. It wouldn't stop either. Today I'm better and still like him. But he doesn't like me. Why? Why not? Where's my true love? Will I have one. -kenley
Tags: Hurt]]>
Tue, 27 Mar 2018 14:45:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/--Oc27ZpNVQ/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3412 I beat up boys. He was the most common one. I beat up most of them because I was stronger than them.
One day for some reason I started having feelings for him. I don't know why. My friends would make fun of me. Nobody liked him because he had bags under his eyes. But it all changed when he got glasses. He looked a lot cuter. Or my friends called him A Dad.
One day after school everyone was waiting for their bus to be called. My friends started to talk about how I liked him. He was their too. I told them I didn't. They thought I did. They talked about me in high school asking him out. Then the worst thing happen. He told me straight up in my face he didn't like me. I tore apart.

I wanted to run to the bathroom and cry my heart out but I didn't . We ride the same bus. The next couple of weeks I didn't talk to him. I felt dead.

One day our teacher was trying to get Anna kicked out of our class. She always talked. Kevin liked her. He told me.
That hurt worst. She blamed herself talking on him. She was embarrassed of her ADHD. Who would do that.
Still today we're in 6th grade. He calls me bad names like fagget, fat, slut and a man.
But I have one question. Why? Why do I still like him? Anna blamed it on him? How does he like her still?
I promise myself to stand up for him. I don't know why. I'll never know. Will he ever love me? Probably not. Because I'm fat. No boy will understand the pain he caused me.
I never wanted to get married or have children when I got older. They would ruin my career.

My brother told me not to get a boyfriend. I see why. I started feeling depressed. I started listening to sad music. It made me cry. My stomach would hurt. It wouldn't stop either. Today I'm better and still like him. But he doesn't like me. Why? Why not? Where's my true love? Will I have one. -kenley
Tags: Hurt]]>
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Story: A Bad Year by Cheri Matsue
I was getting kind of worried. My Dad hadn't slept well in weeks and he kept saying he wasn't feeling good. The doctors said it would pass, but it never did. We kept hoping and hoping that he would get better. Every night, I would sit in my room and cry because through all the pain, my dad still always smiled and was strong for my sister and I. But everything had to go downhill.
It was the middle of March. We were preparing to enjoy the first day of spring break when all of the sudden, we all get called to the living room. This never happened unless something was wrong so I was really scared. I sat on the armrest of the chair my Dad was sitting in and leaned on his shoulder. He smiled at me but I only saw sadness. He cleared his throat and spoke up.
"So we got back the results from the doctor," he started, "It turns out... I have kidney cancer."

It was so hard for my family to get over this. That whole week of spring break, I stayed at my best friends house. I didn't want to go home and face the fact that everything was going to change. I was scared and I had no clue what to do. I still texted my dad constantly but didn't want to go home. At the house I felt overwhelmed. So I avoided going back.

After spring break is almost over, I go back home. Only to find out that my dad had named his tumor. It was named Squiddly Diddly. Now I hated to even think about the tumor. Then he started talking about getting a tattoo of Squiddly Diddly the cartoon character over where his kidney was, I couldn't help it. I started cracking up. Here was my father who had ignored his pain to relieve his daughter's anxiety and stress. But then, of course, it couldn't stay like this for long.

By the beginning of 2018, there was more than one tumor. Of course they all had names. Squiddly had gotten removed so it was no longer a problem. But there was Onion in his liver and Zak and Wheezie in his lungs. He was miserable but still went out of his way to make sure everyone else was fine. He was getting worse. He could no longer eat any actual food and could only drink protein shakes or water. He coughed constantly and was always in pain. He laid in a chair in the living room, making a new blanket, reading, playing on his phone, staring off into space. He would sit there without moving unless he was ok.

Now somewhere around late august, he had to go into the hospital. He apparently had pneumonia and had to stay at the hospital so they could treat him. I found out too late that there were tumors in his brain. I was watching the person I always relied on for everything, become so miserable and start losing the fight. I was getting miserable. Now I should probably explain how he got into the hospital since he was home alone at the time.

I was scared. I had submitted one of the stories I had written to my teacher for a grade. The whole class was able to see it and it scared me. I only ever shared that stuff with my dad. I was freaking out in the middle of Physics so I decided to text my dad. I texted him and he sent me this jumbled up reply.
"You wkll akways be you're buggedt vritic."

Now I had figured out that he had meant to say that I would always be my biggest critic and he was right, but I was even more scared now. This was a man who barely ever made a spelling error. I was in the middle of class and having a panic attack. I needed to tell someone fast. I took a screenshot and sent it to my mom, my stepmom and my grandma saying I was worried for him. And it was good that I had texted him. The doctors said that the lack of oxygen was messing with his head. But then we found out later in the week that it was the tumors in his head growing bigger. On September 1st he was allowed to come home. I got to see him and hug him. We were all happy. The universe hates our family though so we weren't happy for long.

Next morning, a little past 5:30, I had a doughnut shoved in my face by my grandma. I was a little confused but I just ate it and went back to sleep. Around 7, my mom and step mom started waking us all up and herding us into the living room. I was confused about why I didn't see dad. But then we were told he had died a little after 5 that morning. I had not cried around my family once that year but I finally couldn't keep the tears from falling. Then my step brother screamed. He was only 4 and had already lost 2 fathers. I never want to hear that scream again. There was so much pain and understanding, sadness and relief in him. Pain because he had lost his father but understanding that his father didn't have a choice. Sadness because he was gone but relief because he didn't have to suffer any longer.
That following week was miserable. And so was the following month. Then exactly 3 months later, on December 2, his favorite dog died. She was such a sweetheart and once again, I cried in front of my family.

Now we get to March 2, 2018. Its my dads birthday which made me laugh and cry at the same time. I had heard him talking about how he was going to be 42. Now for anyone who has heard of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, they would know 42 is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. He was going to crack some stupid joke about how he was now the answer to the Ultimate Question.

And that would have been so funny no matter how annoying it got. But that also made me sad. Because I wasn't going to get to hear his stupid jokes constantly or get ice cubes thrown at me when I won't wake up. I wasn't going to see him laughing at me when I run into the walls that haven't changed places since we moved here or just sit with him in his chair and talk. I wasn't going to be able to see my dad every day anymore.

That is the end of my sad story for now, but it is basically a guarantee that something bad/sad will happen in the near future.
Tags: Loss, Grief, Death, Cancer, Pain]]>
Mon, 26 Mar 2018 14:40:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/Hu0kGCrSTC8/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3418
I was getting kind of worried. My Dad hadn't slept well in weeks and he kept saying he wasn't feeling good. The doctors said it would pass, but it never did. We kept hoping and hoping that he would get better. Every night, I would sit in my room and cry because through all the pain, my dad still always smiled and was strong for my sister and I. But everything had to go downhill.
It was the middle of March. We were preparing to enjoy the first day of spring break when all of the sudden, we all get called to the living room. This never happened unless something was wrong so I was really scared. I sat on the armrest of the chair my Dad was sitting in and leaned on his shoulder. He smiled at me but I only saw sadness. He cleared his throat and spoke up.
"So we got back the results from the doctor," he started, "It turns out... I have kidney cancer."

It was so hard for my family to get over this. That whole week of spring break, I stayed at my best friends house. I didn't want to go home and face the fact that everything was going to change. I was scared and I had no clue what to do. I still texted my dad constantly but didn't want to go home. At the house I felt overwhelmed. So I avoided going back.

After spring break is almost over, I go back home. Only to find out that my dad had named his tumor. It was named Squiddly Diddly. Now I hated to even think about the tumor. Then he started talking about getting a tattoo of Squiddly Diddly the cartoon character over where his kidney was, I couldn't help it. I started cracking up. Here was my father who had ignored his pain to relieve his daughter's anxiety and stress. But then, of course, it couldn't stay like this for long.

By the beginning of 2018, there was more than one tumor. Of course they all had names. Squiddly had gotten removed so it was no longer a problem. But there was Onion in his liver and Zak and Wheezie in his lungs. He was miserable but still went out of his way to make sure everyone else was fine. He was getting worse. He could no longer eat any actual food and could only drink protein shakes or water. He coughed constantly and was always in pain. He laid in a chair in the living room, making a new blanket, reading, playing on his phone, staring off into space. He would sit there without moving unless he was ok.

Now somewhere around late august, he had to go into the hospital. He apparently had pneumonia and had to stay at the hospital so they could treat him. I found out too late that there were tumors in his brain. I was watching the person I always relied on for everything, become so miserable and start losing the fight. I was getting miserable. Now I should probably explain how he got into the hospital since he was home alone at the time.

I was scared. I had submitted one of the stories I had written to my teacher for a grade. The whole class was able to see it and it scared me. I only ever shared that stuff with my dad. I was freaking out in the middle of Physics so I decided to text my dad. I texted him and he sent me this jumbled up reply.
"You wkll akways be you're buggedt vritic."

Now I had figured out that he had meant to say that I would always be my biggest critic and he was right, but I was even more scared now. This was a man who barely ever made a spelling error. I was in the middle of class and having a panic attack. I needed to tell someone fast. I took a screenshot and sent it to my mom, my stepmom and my grandma saying I was worried for him. And it was good that I had texted him. The doctors said that the lack of oxygen was messing with his head. But then we found out later in the week that it was the tumors in his head growing bigger. On September 1st he was allowed to come home. I got to see him and hug him. We were all happy. The universe hates our family though so we weren't happy for long.

Next morning, a little past 5:30, I had a doughnut shoved in my face by my grandma. I was a little confused but I just ate it and went back to sleep. Around 7, my mom and step mom started waking us all up and herding us into the living room. I was confused about why I didn't see dad. But then we were told he had died a little after 5 that morning. I had not cried around my family once that year but I finally couldn't keep the tears from falling. Then my step brother screamed. He was only 4 and had already lost 2 fathers. I never want to hear that scream again. There was so much pain and understanding, sadness and relief in him. Pain because he had lost his father but understanding that his father didn't have a choice. Sadness because he was gone but relief because he didn't have to suffer any longer.
That following week was miserable. And so was the following month. Then exactly 3 months later, on December 2, his favorite dog died. She was such a sweetheart and once again, I cried in front of my family.

Now we get to March 2, 2018. Its my dads birthday which made me laugh and cry at the same time. I had heard him talking about how he was going to be 42. Now for anyone who has heard of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, they would know 42 is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. He was going to crack some stupid joke about how he was now the answer to the Ultimate Question.

And that would have been so funny no matter how annoying it got. But that also made me sad. Because I wasn't going to get to hear his stupid jokes constantly or get ice cubes thrown at me when I won't wake up. I wasn't going to see him laughing at me when I run into the walls that haven't changed places since we moved here or just sit with him in his chair and talk. I wasn't going to be able to see my dad every day anymore.

That is the end of my sad story for now, but it is basically a guarantee that something bad/sad will happen in the near future.
Tags: Loss, Grief, Death, Cancer, Pain]]>
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Poem: The Girl by Haven The thoughts running through her head are on replay and never leave
So she sits facing a choice alone with no help
She sits facing death or life
Hard choice you may say, not to her she has her answer
She has had her mind made up for a while
She sits facing the wall picking up a blade
Small tears escaping her bloodshot eyes
She replays the memories one last time
As she sits there staring at the wall digging the blade into her skin
Deeper and deeper she goes
Blood trickling down her arms forming puddles on her floor
She hides her pain and lets go of suffering
She lies there broken and torn staring at the wall
Her eyes roll back and skin grows pale with each breath escaping her alreading blue lips
She feels closer and closer to death
Her one wish coming true
She blinks and suddenly enters a world of her own
She tries to find the wall
She runs for miles screaming and crying and trying to find her wall
The blood ruining her clothes
The blood that makes her pain go away
The blood full of sadness and despair
The blood that sits draining from her arms into the lakes on her floor
The lakes of blood become so big she begins to drown
Drown in all of the pain and sadness and despair and depression
She lies there with thoughts of kids words and thoughts of mom and dad’s fights, thoughts of each and every cut she has ever given herself
She looks down at the blade in her hand and begins to cut more holes, more rips
She is beginning to look like a paper doll cut and mangled, ripped and torn, crumpled and worn
Wishing she could go back to being that once bright and happy girl she was before
Return to the girl who lived
To the person who laughed for hours
The person who was really happy
The person who knew she could fall in love and know her feelings were real and that she wasn’t just faking them to make other people happy
She so desperately wishes to be that girl again that she tries to physically scar herself
She is staring at the puddles on the floor looking at the reflection of a broken girl
A girl who isn’t pretty
A girl who isn’t loved
A girl who isn’t wanted
A girl who will soon waste away to nothing and no one will notice
She will soon become a shell of her former self
The shell no one loves
The shell no one cares about
The wanted shell of the broken girl who no one notices the cuts or burns
All they see is a perfect little girl who has everything right in her life
Little do they know
When behind closed doors she cries herself to sleep
Tears soaked so far through her pillow they no longer wash off
Mascara running down her cheeks staining what was left of her almost perfect face
Tears burning rivers into her face
Cuts opening pathways to her soul
All she has ever wanted was someone to listen but now no one ever will
She has taken her life along with scars and broken memories
She has taken her life knowing that others won’t morn her
Knowing that others won’t remember her
Knowing that others will only carry on with their own lives
She is now a distant memory
One she hopes still burns in the back of your head
She hopes you read this and realize that the girl your looking for is sitting her writing this while fighting back tears and memories
She sits her wanting to hurt herself
Wanting to take this horrible life away
Wanting to know if anyone out there really cares for her
Wanting to know if she was to take her own life whose world would come crashing down in front of them
She sits here writing her feelings into this poem
Sits here spilling the words onto the page
Sitting here wondering how many people lie awake at night thinking of her
Sitting her thinking about all those who mock her and do nothing to help her
Thinking about the ones who watch her walk through life with a painted on smile and a rehearsed laugh
Hoping no one will see through her mask, but sitting her wishing someone would be brave enough to take it off and rebuild what’s underneath
Tags: Pain, Saddness, Darkness]]>
Sun, 25 Mar 2018 18:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/5MCXTY_wJCU/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3869 The thoughts running through her head are on replay and never leave
So she sits facing a choice alone with no help
She sits facing death or life
Hard choice you may say, not to her she has her answer
She has had her mind made up for a while
She sits facing the wall picking up a blade
Small tears escaping her bloodshot eyes
She replays the memories one last time
As she sits there staring at the wall digging the blade into her skin
Deeper and deeper she goes
Blood trickling down her arms forming puddles on her floor
She hides her pain and lets go of suffering
She lies there broken and torn staring at the wall
Her eyes roll back and skin grows pale with each breath escaping her alreading blue lips
She feels closer and closer to death
Her one wish coming true
She blinks and suddenly enters a world of her own
She tries to find the wall
She runs for miles screaming and crying and trying to find her wall
The blood ruining her clothes
The blood that makes her pain go away
The blood full of sadness and despair
The blood that sits draining from her arms into the lakes on her floor
The lakes of blood become so big she begins to drown
Drown in all of the pain and sadness and despair and depression
She lies there with thoughts of kids words and thoughts of mom and dad’s fights, thoughts of each and every cut she has ever given herself
She looks down at the blade in her hand and begins to cut more holes, more rips
She is beginning to look like a paper doll cut and mangled, ripped and torn, crumpled and worn
Wishing she could go back to being that once bright and happy girl she was before
Return to the girl who lived
To the person who laughed for hours
The person who was really happy
The person who knew she could fall in love and know her feelings were real and that she wasn’t just faking them to make other people happy
She so desperately wishes to be that girl again that she tries to physically scar herself
She is staring at the puddles on the floor looking at the reflection of a broken girl
A girl who isn’t pretty
A girl who isn’t loved
A girl who isn’t wanted
A girl who will soon waste away to nothing and no one will notice
She will soon become a shell of her former self
The shell no one loves
The shell no one cares about
The wanted shell of the broken girl who no one notices the cuts or burns
All they see is a perfect little girl who has everything right in her life
Little do they know
When behind closed doors she cries herself to sleep
Tears soaked so far through her pillow they no longer wash off
Mascara running down her cheeks staining what was left of her almost perfect face
Tears burning rivers into her face
Cuts opening pathways to her soul
All she has ever wanted was someone to listen but now no one ever will
She has taken her life along with scars and broken memories
She has taken her life knowing that others won’t morn her
Knowing that others won’t remember her
Knowing that others will only carry on with their own lives
She is now a distant memory
One she hopes still burns in the back of your head
She hopes you read this and realize that the girl your looking for is sitting her writing this while fighting back tears and memories
She sits her wanting to hurt herself
Wanting to take this horrible life away
Wanting to know if anyone out there really cares for her
Wanting to know if she was to take her own life whose world would come crashing down in front of them
She sits here writing her feelings into this poem
Sits here spilling the words onto the page
Sitting here wondering how many people lie awake at night thinking of her
Sitting her thinking about all those who mock her and do nothing to help her
Thinking about the ones who watch her walk through life with a painted on smile and a rehearsed laugh
Hoping no one will see through her mask, but sitting her wishing someone would be brave enough to take it off and rebuild what’s underneath
Tags: Pain, Saddness, Darkness]]>
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Story: You promised... by Jordan Stacy
I was 12 year old girl, long ish brown hair, depressed, suicidal, self harmer. I was in 6 grade. I wasn’t very popular. I was popular to the bullies cause they like picking on me. They knew my father left me when I was a baby, they had two parents so they laughed at me for that and my weight.

One day tho, It was Nov 30, 2013 or 14. My best friend at the time Courtney stayed with me on the weekends. We went on Omegle like we do every time she comes down. She would always find someone, date for a week then find someone else but me... I didn’t. I was the ugly friend and I felt bad about it until that morning, I thought I was gonna change it but didn’t.

It was early around 9:30 ish am. I was on the couch, Courtney was about to leave and I planned that I was gonna kill myself. I hated myself it was around the time my grandpa died, I watched him died and it killed me I felt like. I couldn’t handle life no more cause I had a secret that no one knew and I felt bad for it.
But I feel like Randall (my grandpa) sent me this guy I meet.

I meet this guy on Omegle name Eli... I liked guys with long hair and glasses and he had that. He was perfect to me, I feel in love when I first seen that picture of him.

Dark blue eyes, long brown soft hair, clear skin that look soft and smooth, white male, tall, slim, and perfect. Born on March 9, 1997. Has two sisters and works as a music guy

He was 17 at the time, lived in San Francisco, California and I lived in Hazard, Kentucky.
I didn’t care about the age nor the distance I fell in love but I thought he would leave the next day like most guys did. But he didn’t

You see he texted me every night. I became more and more close to him. I grew on him. He was my reason to live I decide to stay awhile that night I meet him and sadly regret it.

We would text almost every night on kik, dirty talk, talk about the future, talk about how we would meet, he would listen to my drama at school and me cry all the time about how I hate myself and he made me feel so much fucking better. I slowly realized I quit cutting and was happy.

I told him my deepest secret that was killing me. I was a rape victim, he is the only person that knows the whole truth. My own mother doesn’t know anything but the surface of what happened.

We talk for 4 years fucking straight and he left, he didn’t tell me he was leaving. He just quit replying. I still text him everyday waiting for him. It’s been 8 months and I’m close to suicide. I need him. I wanna hold him, hug him, love him, I’ll do anything to have him.


He 21 now and I’m 15
While he been gone I been doing drugs, cutting, I been fighting, rude to people, I break out in fights with anyone that slightly tipster me on the edge. I hurt people feelings and physically too. I’m in court for fighting, self harming again, and now a addict to Xanaxs and anti depressants.

I need him back, please just help me someone. Anyone in San Francisco that knows a guy name Eli please text me
Kik: jordan.nat1
Skype:highlighterfreakqueen
Facebook: Jordan Stacy

Please help me find him. I wanna say sorry to him. I don’t know what I done but I need to do it.
Tags: Help, Lost Love, Long Distance, San Francisco, Love, Depressed]]>
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I was 12 year old girl, long ish brown hair, depressed, suicidal, self harmer. I was in 6 grade. I wasn’t very popular. I was popular to the bullies cause they like picking on me. They knew my father left me when I was a baby, they had two parents so they laughed at me for that and my weight.

One day tho, It was Nov 30, 2013 or 14. My best friend at the time Courtney stayed with me on the weekends. We went on Omegle like we do every time she comes down. She would always find someone, date for a week then find someone else but me... I didn’t. I was the ugly friend and I felt bad about it until that morning, I thought I was gonna change it but didn’t.

It was early around 9:30 ish am. I was on the couch, Courtney was about to leave and I planned that I was gonna kill myself. I hated myself it was around the time my grandpa died, I watched him died and it killed me I felt like. I couldn’t handle life no more cause I had a secret that no one knew and I felt bad for it.
But I feel like Randall (my grandpa) sent me this guy I meet.

I meet this guy on Omegle name Eli... I liked guys with long hair and glasses and he had that. He was perfect to me, I feel in love when I first seen that picture of him.

Dark blue eyes, long brown soft hair, clear skin that look soft and smooth, white male, tall, slim, and perfect. Born on March 9, 1997. Has two sisters and works as a music guy

He was 17 at the time, lived in San Francisco, California and I lived in Hazard, Kentucky.
I didn’t care about the age nor the distance I fell in love but I thought he would leave the next day like most guys did. But he didn’t

You see he texted me every night. I became more and more close to him. I grew on him. He was my reason to live I decide to stay awhile that night I meet him and sadly regret it.

We would text almost every night on kik, dirty talk, talk about the future, talk about how we would meet, he would listen to my drama at school and me cry all the time about how I hate myself and he made me feel so much fucking better. I slowly realized I quit cutting and was happy.

I told him my deepest secret that was killing me. I was a rape victim, he is the only person that knows the whole truth. My own mother doesn’t know anything but the surface of what happened.

We talk for 4 years fucking straight and he left, he didn’t tell me he was leaving. He just quit replying. I still text him everyday waiting for him. It’s been 8 months and I’m close to suicide. I need him. I wanna hold him, hug him, love him, I’ll do anything to have him.


He 21 now and I’m 15
While he been gone I been doing drugs, cutting, I been fighting, rude to people, I break out in fights with anyone that slightly tipster me on the edge. I hurt people feelings and physically too. I’m in court for fighting, self harming again, and now a addict to Xanaxs and anti depressants.

I need him back, please just help me someone. Anyone in San Francisco that knows a guy name Eli please text me
Kik: jordan.nat1
Skype:highlighterfreakqueen
Facebook: Jordan Stacy

Please help me find him. I wanna say sorry to him. I don’t know what I done but I need to do it.
Tags: Help, Lost Love, Long Distance, San Francisco, Love, Depressed]]>
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Poem: Perfect by Haven To the ones that worship the ground I walk on
To the ones whose days wouldn’t work without me
To the ones that believe I am their everything
To the ones who believe I have a perfect life
Listen to what I am about to say
Listen loud and clear
What I am about to say is the truth
What I am about to say is hard to hear
I am not the perfect girl you see
You should not worship the ground I walk on
I ensure you that your days will still go on without me
You will find another everything
My life is far from perfect
I am the girl who cries
I am the girl who cuts
I am the girl your parents warn you about
I am the girl you learn about
I am the one with depression
I am the one who wishes she could die
I am the one who dreams of happiness
I am the one who has a trouble of riding loneliness
I am the one who cries herself to sleep
I am the one who hides behind her beautiful painted mask
The mask that no one dares to remove
The mask that sits and hides the brokenness underneath
Her face so broken and worn
That if she were to remove her mask
No one would dare recognize her
So she keeps her plastered smile and fake little laughs
She keeps them to fool the world
Keeps them to lie to herself
She so desperately wants to be normal
That she hides her brokenness underneath
Tags: Personal, Broken]]>
Sat, 24 Mar 2018 18:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/P_Wxx-1mG3o/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3868 To the ones that worship the ground I walk on
To the ones whose days wouldn’t work without me
To the ones that believe I am their everything
To the ones who believe I have a perfect life
Listen to what I am about to say
Listen loud and clear
What I am about to say is the truth
What I am about to say is hard to hear
I am not the perfect girl you see
You should not worship the ground I walk on
I ensure you that your days will still go on without me
You will find another everything
My life is far from perfect
I am the girl who cries
I am the girl who cuts
I am the girl your parents warn you about
I am the girl you learn about
I am the one with depression
I am the one who wishes she could die
I am the one who dreams of happiness
I am the one who has a trouble of riding loneliness
I am the one who cries herself to sleep
I am the one who hides behind her beautiful painted mask
The mask that no one dares to remove
The mask that sits and hides the brokenness underneath
Her face so broken and worn
That if she were to remove her mask
No one would dare recognize her
So she keeps her plastered smile and fake little laughs
She keeps them to fool the world
Keeps them to lie to herself
She so desperately wants to be normal
That she hides her brokenness underneath
Tags: Personal, Broken]]>
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Poem: Lost in my own world by Soumya vermani It’s getting cold
I’m all alone
With no one to hold

My world is so empty
All what’s left is pain
No sunshine to light my way
Just never ending rain

I drown in tears
My heart is crying
No one seems to notice
My soul is dying

And i am lost in my own world
All alone left by myself
Lying here just doing nothing????!!!
Tags: Missing, Love, Lost]]>
Fri, 23 Mar 2018 18:30:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/NwSwbPpw1uo/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3867 It’s getting cold
I’m all alone
With no one to hold

My world is so empty
All what’s left is pain
No sunshine to light my way
Just never ending rain

I drown in tears
My heart is crying
No one seems to notice
My soul is dying

And i am lost in my own world
All alone left by myself
Lying here just doing nothing????!!!
Tags: Missing, Love, Lost]]>
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Story: MIND GAMES by Jesse Boston
That’s where james was working he was the editor. Then one of those flashes hit me and I was flooded with the memory of the time when me and James would Sometimes go for beers after work. We would discuss present as well as upcoming projects. These so called conferences led to double dates, which led to me and Amanda moving in together, which led to us getting married. And if you’re wondering, yes I do love her always have. It seems the flashes of us never left my mind. The hard part was snapping back into present time, this was always hard to do because she wasn't there when I realized it. As good as those memories are of Amanda and my good friend James. Nothing can beat the real thing. So on the day i showed up on her doorstep I thought I was having an hallucination, or being visited by a ghost. until she spoke and then I knew she was real.

“jesse,” she said in her familiar, low, sexy voice, “How are you doing?” As I stared into her huge dark mysterious eyes, all our years together came flooding back. I continued to stare until she asked "if I would come in?” Blinking myself back to the present time, I mumbled, “Yeah, yeah.”As I walked past her I could smell the familiar scent of her perfume on her, It brought back memories, very intimate ones because I had bought those things for her on her birthday. After I closed the door I turned and rested against the wall as i rested for some time I said “Amanda”. I could barely get the words out. “ I've missed you”I waited while she struggled to find the right words to respond to that. Then I offered, “Maybe we should sit down and I’ll explain it to you”. She nodded, while continuing to stare at her, for just a moment longer. I then pulled out both seats at the dining room table. That’s when i told her about waking up from the coma and thinking it was only a couple of days later until I learned the truth, of course with the help of the flashes. I said it was so shocking that it almost gave me a heart attack. I went on to tell her that after I left I probably walked for about two months trying to get to her. With the knowledge that I had gotten under the influence of the flashes. He found out my mother had been the one who tried killing me two of the times in the hospital, while in a coma. My father had become practically a recluse. Luckily, I still had my family's good looks, and undeniable charm. To help pay the bills and keep me living as comfortably as possible while on my journey. “But what are you doing here?” she asked me with hast in her voice. “ I still should be in therapy” I told her, I found out from your dad, about you moving back to California, and about you finding someone new, I had to see for myself. To see you one last time. For a moment, I couldn’t look at her. “So you know about that?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to cause you any trouble. I even insisted that your dad not tell you I was awake and coming. I’m here just because I wanted to see you one more time before I continue on with the rest of my life.” “So what are you going to do with your life?”

I shook my head. “I’m not completely sure yet. I have to work out some things.” “Like what?” she said. This time it was her voice that was playing through my thoughts. Telling me to just try to be happy even if its not having her in my life. It was me who had problems looking at her directly. I was thinking about what I would do with my new ability.” I thought of endless possibilities. But I was mainly thinking of how I could use them on her. She couldn’t help but joke. “What did they do, give you a bionic arm or leg?” Smiling carefully, i replied, “Not something so scientific.” I hesitated then said, “I can read minds.” I get these flashes and I can read minds really.

I wasn’t sure whether or not she took me seriously. Then she said, “Oh, yeah. What am I thinking about right now?” I shook my head. “It doesn’t work that way. I have to touch something of the persons or them to read their mind. But sometimes in doing so I get these intuitions on their life force ”. That’s when she extended her hand. Clasping it in my much bigger one, and I looked at her for a second then jerked my hand away as if she had just burned me. “I told you I’m not here to make trouble.” “Why what was I thinking she asked?”
“You . . . you were wondering what it would be like for us to make love again?” I could feel my face turning red, but before I could say anything, the front door opened and James walked in. “Hey, Amanda, whose rental car is that in our driveway?” When he saw me, his eyebrows shot up. “Holy cow! You’re supposed to be in a coma. James had recognized the anger, and resentment I still had for him from back one day four years ago. James had told me that if he ever got a chance with Amanda he would seize the opportunity. James nodded. “Yep, it's me surprise.” James came forward and extended his arms out for me to except the hug. “I’m so glad your ok! How are you doing?” Amanda could sense I was hesitate, but eventually he embraced James. “I’m doing fine.”But before i could say anything else, I said to James, “ I'm on my way to Oregon to visit my aunt and uncle. I just had to stop by to say hello.” It was a total lie. I didn’t even think if I had ever said if I had relatives in Oregon, but james didn’t say anything. I held my breath, hoping that Amanda went along with my lie, and she did.bHe glanced at her and then me for a moment. But before he said anything, I started to explain “Yeah, they live in Portland. I thought I’d see a little bit of the countryside before going up there so I had to come visit you guys”. James smiled and between the borders of his eyebrows was a wide dark patch. I couldn't help but think of it being a piece of shit on his face. So keeping a smile on my face was easy. “Well, tell me all about what you’ve been doing lately,” he said. As he sat down at the table next to me he was facing Amanda. It was like he didn't know what I was doing. He tried killing me as well. But he didn't know I could read minds so he had no idea about the hate I had towards him. Now he gave me a link to himself through that hug. I hesitated a moment then said almost sad-like, “Not much just a lot of physical therapy and getting re-orientated with the rest of the world.” ( in my thoughts I was in his head seeing how this could play out) James's smile faded as he nodded. “Yeah, I guess things can change a lot even in only four years.” Amanda nodded in agreement. Then James asked, “So how long were you planning on staying here before going on to Portland?”

“Oh, just a couple of days.” James's smile returned. “Well, then you’ll have to let us show you a little bit of San Diego before you leave.” Amanda hesitated. So I said “I don’t know you probably are both busy with your jobs.” “No problem there,” James replied. “I just put the latest issue of the magazine to out. So Amanda and I have at least a couple of days free until we have to start planning for the next issue.” I knew they worked together from when I talked to her dad, I read his mind as well. He would have never told me where she was or any other information.

“Yeah, let us show you around,” Amanda said to me, staring into my green eyes I knew she loved. Once again, more than one memory of us together came flashing back. “Okay, I replied, smiling. “Great!” said James, standing up. “I’ll go fire up the grill and you can have burgers with us.” Once again, I sensed Amanda hesitated, but then she agreed. After James left us alone to get the grill going, I asked, “Do you know someone named Amy Kocks?” “Yeah, she’s our photographer at the magazine. Why, what about her?” “I think she wants to make a move to get your husband.” I had planted the thought in James's head. All the sudden I dropped the velvet drapes in living room. She was in the kitchen slicing a tomato, and an onion for the burgers. After I picked up the drapes, I asked, “Are you sure he's what you want?” she nodded. “In that case, I guess I should thank you for telling me upfront. Before I made a fool of myself.” “You’re welcome.” Shee said in a joking manner. During lunch, me and James got along great. I even made up an entire scenario about my imaginary aunt and uncle in Oregon. I was impressed with myself. I knew everything I said were lies, but that was okay as long as James didn’t. Then that night, they took me to a local Mexican restaurant that had outdoor seating, live music and even a area to dance. Being that I was still dealing with some of the effects of my original car accident and coma, I would only slow dance. This gave Amanda and I a chance to get close. I’m not ashamed to say it brought back more than just memories for me. Then after we sat down, James and I made plans for what they were going to show me in San Diego. But we never got the chance to finish them.The next morning, he called my name down the stairs, and came down to tell me he was going to take a flight back home. He said his father had become sick and he wanted to be there for him. I knew he was lying, but I didn’t say that to James, remember I can read his thoughts. Instead I asked him if I could say goodbye to Amanda alone I needed to make sure I could read her thoughts one more time. Once we got to my hotel room, I asked him why he was leaving. “And don’t give me any lies about your father being sick.” He refused to look at me directly. “I thought I could do this with no problem,” he replied. “I know you still are in love with her, so I figured it would be okay if I had the affair with Amy from my office. I have been denying myself of her for the past year. I thought if I left you two your old feelings would come back, and you two would fall into something that you never really lost. I see the way she looks at you. I wasted so much time trying to get rid of you, I lost focus on winning her heart, that I now know has always belongs to you. I was wrong I thought being around you and her would be easy but it's not. I wanted this it's a easy way out. I'd rather think of anything but you two. Besides the thought of you two is a reminder that i'll never be you, and I'll never have her.” “ the feelings were the same for me,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. I thought long and hard, I thought of what I would have to tell Amanda of how James left her. Ask her if she would give me another chance. I used all my strength to drag myself over to the bed, then I was interrupted by the blast of a car horn. Trying to say my goodbye. "I think that’s your ride to the airport James,” I quickly said. On his way out he said after I'm gone tell Amanda im sorry. But I had no intention of doing that, I'm not telling her any of that. I was going to make him look like a jackass. I felt a moment of panic. “What about my rental car?”
“I already turned the car in how would I get to her”.

My panic turned to a moment of anger. Then out of nowhere I heard “You aren’t wasting any time, are you?” Amanda walked in after James pulled off.

“No,” I said as I turned to grab my travel bag off the bed. I followed her out to her car and grabbed her hand just before I climbed in. “ I asked her if she knew what she was doing right. How you and me should start over, we could do this start all this over.“I will try if you will she said.” I replied smiling there's nothing I want more. Then they pulled away from holding hands, and got in the car. I got in and watched as the hotel disappear in the review, out of the parking lot and we took a left, headings home.The tears didn’t even wait for the hotel to completely disappear, before they began to run down my cheeks. It took me another hour to compose myself enough to face Amanda. She must have sensed how I felt, because she didn’t ask any questions about James or how I somehow got my way getting her back. As for Amanda herself, I made sure she will never get a email or call, from him. When I was in his head making his choices for him. I made sure he felt bad enough to commit suicide as soon and he landed. As far as I could discover I could make anyone do anything. Including fall back in love. He never made it home. He disappeared once he landed. This time around I knew my relationship would be different. The world of the living will be different I thought to myself. It wasn’t until about six months later that I saw James on the news. He was standing next to the President of the United States. He had grown a beard and had darken his hair, but I knew without a doubt it was James. He and the President were shaking hands of a bunch of politicians from around the world. In the weeks that followed there were numerous reports of resignations of people both in our government and several other governments. That’s when I knew what had happened my powers can be passed on, but if I gave it to him I must of given it to Amanda. I finally realized. That I've been in a delusional state of mind this whole time. She had me living a life in my own mind. All this time she had decided what to do with my life. She would keep me a vegetable and do with me as she will. At least for the present time I'll be right here. While she plays mind games with me.
Tags: Death, Love, Friendship]]>
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That’s where james was working he was the editor. Then one of those flashes hit me and I was flooded with the memory of the time when me and James would Sometimes go for beers after work. We would discuss present as well as upcoming projects. These so called conferences led to double dates, which led to me and Amanda moving in together, which led to us getting married. And if you’re wondering, yes I do love her always have. It seems the flashes of us never left my mind. The hard part was snapping back into present time, this was always hard to do because she wasn't there when I realized it. As good as those memories are of Amanda and my good friend James. Nothing can beat the real thing. So on the day i showed up on her doorstep I thought I was having an hallucination, or being visited by a ghost. until she spoke and then I knew she was real.

“jesse,” she said in her familiar, low, sexy voice, “How are you doing?” As I stared into her huge dark mysterious eyes, all our years together came flooding back. I continued to stare until she asked "if I would come in?” Blinking myself back to the present time, I mumbled, “Yeah, yeah.”As I walked past her I could smell the familiar scent of her perfume on her, It brought back memories, very intimate ones because I had bought those things for her on her birthday. After I closed the door I turned and rested against the wall as i rested for some time I said “Amanda”. I could barely get the words out. “ I've missed you”I waited while she struggled to find the right words to respond to that. Then I offered, “Maybe we should sit down and I’ll explain it to you”. She nodded, while continuing to stare at her, for just a moment longer. I then pulled out both seats at the dining room table. That’s when i told her about waking up from the coma and thinking it was only a couple of days later until I learned the truth, of course with the help of the flashes. I said it was so shocking that it almost gave me a heart attack. I went on to tell her that after I left I probably walked for about two months trying to get to her. With the knowledge that I had gotten under the influence of the flashes. He found out my mother had been the one who tried killing me two of the times in the hospital, while in a coma. My father had become practically a recluse. Luckily, I still had my family's good looks, and undeniable charm. To help pay the bills and keep me living as comfortably as possible while on my journey. “But what are you doing here?” she asked me with hast in her voice. “ I still should be in therapy” I told her, I found out from your dad, about you moving back to California, and about you finding someone new, I had to see for myself. To see you one last time. For a moment, I couldn’t look at her. “So you know about that?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to cause you any trouble. I even insisted that your dad not tell you I was awake and coming. I’m here just because I wanted to see you one more time before I continue on with the rest of my life.” “So what are you going to do with your life?”

I shook my head. “I’m not completely sure yet. I have to work out some things.” “Like what?” she said. This time it was her voice that was playing through my thoughts. Telling me to just try to be happy even if its not having her in my life. It was me who had problems looking at her directly. I was thinking about what I would do with my new ability.” I thought of endless possibilities. But I was mainly thinking of how I could use them on her. She couldn’t help but joke. “What did they do, give you a bionic arm or leg?” Smiling carefully, i replied, “Not something so scientific.” I hesitated then said, “I can read minds.” I get these flashes and I can read minds really.

I wasn’t sure whether or not she took me seriously. Then she said, “Oh, yeah. What am I thinking about right now?” I shook my head. “It doesn’t work that way. I have to touch something of the persons or them to read their mind. But sometimes in doing so I get these intuitions on their life force ”. That’s when she extended her hand. Clasping it in my much bigger one, and I looked at her for a second then jerked my hand away as if she had just burned me. “I told you I’m not here to make trouble.” “Why what was I thinking she asked?”
“You . . . you were wondering what it would be like for us to make love again?” I could feel my face turning red, but before I could say anything, the front door opened and James walked in. “Hey, Amanda, whose rental car is that in our driveway?” When he saw me, his eyebrows shot up. “Holy cow! You’re supposed to be in a coma. James had recognized the anger, and resentment I still had for him from back one day four years ago. James had told me that if he ever got a chance with Amanda he would seize the opportunity. James nodded. “Yep, it's me surprise.” James came forward and extended his arms out for me to except the hug. “I’m so glad your ok! How are you doing?” Amanda could sense I was hesitate, but eventually he embraced James. “I’m doing fine.”But before i could say anything else, I said to James, “ I'm on my way to Oregon to visit my aunt and uncle. I just had to stop by to say hello.” It was a total lie. I didn’t even think if I had ever said if I had relatives in Oregon, but james didn’t say anything. I held my breath, hoping that Amanda went along with my lie, and she did.bHe glanced at her and then me for a moment. But before he said anything, I started to explain “Yeah, they live in Portland. I thought I’d see a little bit of the countryside before going up there so I had to come visit you guys”. James smiled and between the borders of his eyebrows was a wide dark patch. I couldn't help but think of it being a piece of shit on his face. So keeping a smile on my face was easy. “Well, tell me all about what you’ve been doing lately,” he said. As he sat down at the table next to me he was facing Amanda. It was like he didn't know what I was doing. He tried killing me as well. But he didn't know I could read minds so he had no idea about the hate I had towards him. Now he gave me a link to himself through that hug. I hesitated a moment then said almost sad-like, “Not much just a lot of physical therapy and getting re-orientated with the rest of the world.” ( in my thoughts I was in his head seeing how this could play out) James's smile faded as he nodded. “Yeah, I guess things can change a lot even in only four years.” Amanda nodded in agreement. Then James asked, “So how long were you planning on staying here before going on to Portland?”

“Oh, just a couple of days.” James's smile returned. “Well, then you’ll have to let us show you a little bit of San Diego before you leave.” Amanda hesitated. So I said “I don’t know you probably are both busy with your jobs.” “No problem there,” James replied. “I just put the latest issue of the magazine to out. So Amanda and I have at least a couple of days free until we have to start planning for the next issue.” I knew they worked together from when I talked to her dad, I read his mind as well. He would have never told me where she was or any other information.

“Yeah, let us show you around,” Amanda said to me, staring into my green eyes I knew she loved. Once again, more than one memory of us together came flashing back. “Okay, I replied, smiling. “Great!” said James, standing up. “I’ll go fire up the grill and you can have burgers with us.” Once again, I sensed Amanda hesitated, but then she agreed. After James left us alone to get the grill going, I asked, “Do you know someone named Amy Kocks?” “Yeah, she’s our photographer at the magazine. Why, what about her?” “I think she wants to make a move to get your husband.” I had planted the thought in James's head. All the sudden I dropped the velvet drapes in living room. She was in the kitchen slicing a tomato, and an onion for the burgers. After I picked up the drapes, I asked, “Are you sure he's what you want?” she nodded. “In that case, I guess I should thank you for telling me upfront. Before I made a fool of myself.” “You’re welcome.” Shee said in a joking manner. During lunch, me and James got along great. I even made up an entire scenario about my imaginary aunt and uncle in Oregon. I was impressed with myself. I knew everything I said were lies, but that was okay as long as James didn’t. Then that night, they took me to a local Mexican restaurant that had outdoor seating, live music and even a area to dance. Being that I was still dealing with some of the effects of my original car accident and coma, I would only slow dance. This gave Amanda and I a chance to get close. I’m not ashamed to say it brought back more than just memories for me. Then after we sat down, James and I made plans for what they were going to show me in San Diego. But we never got the chance to finish them.The next morning, he called my name down the stairs, and came down to tell me he was going to take a flight back home. He said his father had become sick and he wanted to be there for him. I knew he was lying, but I didn’t say that to James, remember I can read his thoughts. Instead I asked him if I could say goodbye to Amanda alone I needed to make sure I could read her thoughts one more time. Once we got to my hotel room, I asked him why he was leaving. “And don’t give me any lies about your father being sick.” He refused to look at me directly. “I thought I could do this with no problem,” he replied. “I know you still are in love with her, so I figured it would be okay if I had the affair with Amy from my office. I have been denying myself of her for the past year. I thought if I left you two your old feelings would come back, and you two would fall into something that you never really lost. I see the way she looks at you. I wasted so much time trying to get rid of you, I lost focus on winning her heart, that I now know has always belongs to you. I was wrong I thought being around you and her would be easy but it's not. I wanted this it's a easy way out. I'd rather think of anything but you two. Besides the thought of you two is a reminder that i'll never be you, and I'll never have her.” “ the feelings were the same for me,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. I thought long and hard, I thought of what I would have to tell Amanda of how James left her. Ask her if she would give me another chance. I used all my strength to drag myself over to the bed, then I was interrupted by the blast of a car horn. Trying to say my goodbye. "I think that’s your ride to the airport James,” I quickly said. On his way out he said after I'm gone tell Amanda im sorry. But I had no intention of doing that, I'm not telling her any of that. I was going to make him look like a jackass. I felt a moment of panic. “What about my rental car?”
“I already turned the car in how would I get to her”.

My panic turned to a moment of anger. Then out of nowhere I heard “You aren’t wasting any time, are you?” Amanda walked in after James pulled off.

“No,” I said as I turned to grab my travel bag off the bed. I followed her out to her car and grabbed her hand just before I climbed in. “ I asked her if she knew what she was doing right. How you and me should start over, we could do this start all this over.“I will try if you will she said.” I replied smiling there's nothing I want more. Then they pulled away from holding hands, and got in the car. I got in and watched as the hotel disappear in the review, out of the parking lot and we took a left, headings home.The tears didn’t even wait for the hotel to completely disappear, before they began to run down my cheeks. It took me another hour to compose myself enough to face Amanda. She must have sensed how I felt, because she didn’t ask any questions about James or how I somehow got my way getting her back. As for Amanda herself, I made sure she will never get a email or call, from him. When I was in his head making his choices for him. I made sure he felt bad enough to commit suicide as soon and he landed. As far as I could discover I could make anyone do anything. Including fall back in love. He never made it home. He disappeared once he landed. This time around I knew my relationship would be different. The world of the living will be different I thought to myself. It wasn’t until about six months later that I saw James on the news. He was standing next to the President of the United States. He had grown a beard and had darken his hair, but I knew without a doubt it was James. He and the President were shaking hands of a bunch of politicians from around the world. In the weeks that followed there were numerous reports of resignations of people both in our government and several other governments. That’s when I knew what had happened my powers can be passed on, but if I gave it to him I must of given it to Amanda. I finally realized. That I've been in a delusional state of mind this whole time. She had me living a life in my own mind. All this time she had decided what to do with my life. She would keep me a vegetable and do with me as she will. At least for the present time I'll be right here. While she plays mind games with me.
Tags: Death, Love, Friendship]]>
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Quote: People do not die from suicide; the... by Anonymous Tags: Sadness, Broken, Alone]]> Tue, 27 Feb 2018 17:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sadness, Broken, Alone]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Belive it or not you better keep go... by Whos suffering Tags: Take Care Of Your Bff]]> Mon, 26 Feb 2018 17:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Take Care Of Your Bff]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: I know what am doing, With my life... by Dhurb With my life.
But I don't know
What life is doing with
Me..
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Sun, 25 Feb 2018 17:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes With my life.
But I don't know
What life is doing with
Me..
Tags: Alone]]>
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Quote: Love chooses to believe the best ab... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Love, True Love, Hope, Trust]]> Sat, 24 Feb 2018 17:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Love, True Love, Hope, Trust]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Story: Depression changes everything II by Jay Hughes
I’m going through a bad stage now with my current girlfriend of 8 years. 8 years is a long time and we have so much going for us. We have just recently bought a house together. Just before Christmas. Our first Christmas in our new house. Everything was going so well. She was so happy and excited for what our future held. But this time last week she all of a sudden hit a depression...

Her grandad is in hospital, and sadly may not be with us much longer. She has already admitted that this is what started her depression but why shut me out? I should be the one person she can talk to, about anything. Instead, all she seems to have is hate and anger towards me whenever I try to show that I love her and care for her. I can’t say or do anything right. Every time I try to be there for her and I admit myself that I’m scared for our relationship she gets angry and accuses me of making this all about myself, as if I’m trying to turn the tables and make her feel sorry what me and what I’m going through with the worry for her. I’m incredibly afraid of losing her. I can’t imagine my life without her. I don’t want a life without her. We have so much going for ourselves with so much more to come.

She hates her job and doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because of it. I’m trying to help her with that. I just don’t want her to throw everything away between us because of other things. She has done this before. She regretted it. She missed me and came back to me. We have been so strong ever since. If I try to remind her that she made this mistake once before and I don’t want us going through it again she flies off the handle! Again, says all I care about is myself. That is not true. I’m petrified of losing her and I’m worried about her. Her state of mind. I don’t expect anyone or anything to be able to reassure me, I just want to get this off my chest as I can’t talk to her about it. She shuts me out. I’m so weak at the moment and if I have added to her depression I’d like to know what it is that I’ve done. I hope that it’s not too late. I love her
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I’m going through a bad stage now with my current girlfriend of 8 years. 8 years is a long time and we have so much going for us. We have just recently bought a house together. Just before Christmas. Our first Christmas in our new house. Everything was going so well. She was so happy and excited for what our future held. But this time last week she all of a sudden hit a depression...

Her grandad is in hospital, and sadly may not be with us much longer. She has already admitted that this is what started her depression but why shut me out? I should be the one person she can talk to, about anything. Instead, all she seems to have is hate and anger towards me whenever I try to show that I love her and care for her. I can’t say or do anything right. Every time I try to be there for her and I admit myself that I’m scared for our relationship she gets angry and accuses me of making this all about myself, as if I’m trying to turn the tables and make her feel sorry what me and what I’m going through with the worry for her. I’m incredibly afraid of losing her. I can’t imagine my life without her. I don’t want a life without her. We have so much going for ourselves with so much more to come.

She hates her job and doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because of it. I’m trying to help her with that. I just don’t want her to throw everything away between us because of other things. She has done this before. She regretted it. She missed me and came back to me. We have been so strong ever since. If I try to remind her that she made this mistake once before and I don’t want us going through it again she flies off the handle! Again, says all I care about is myself. That is not true. I’m petrified of losing her and I’m worried about her. Her state of mind. I don’t expect anyone or anything to be able to reassure me, I just want to get this off my chest as I can’t talk to her about it. She shuts me out. I’m so weak at the moment and if I have added to her depression I’d like to know what it is that I’ve done. I hope that it’s not too late. I love her
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Quote: Love is a rebellious bird that nobo... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Love, Truth, Sad]]> Fri, 23 Feb 2018 17:20:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Love, Truth, Sad]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Story: Deep depression by John L.
My step dad was caught cheating on my mom.. again. They finally split up and life was getting good. Then she started sneaking around with him and eventually told me she wanted to get back with him. I just turned 18 and this set me off. I left walking so I could calm down and not snap on her. She followed me in the truck and cussed me out telling me to get in. We got into a full screaming match. Cussing each other and telling how we felt.

She decided then to take him back. I packed my things and left walking. I didn't know where I was going but I wasn't going to stay there. My grandpa picked me up and let me stay with him (which is where I am currently staying) At the time this all took place I was in a relationship that I had been in for 6 months.

I met her parents, they liked me, I liked them, She was the only thing keeping me from getting where I am. About a week ago she left me without a reason. She just said I deserved better. I told her I wanted her and there wasn't anyone better in my eyes. That didn't help.

I shut myself away for a few days trying to get over her. Then I noticed she was talking to someone new and avoided me. I decided I have nothing left here. I am graduating in a few months so I am staying here until then. After that I am heading up North with my step mom and her family. I don't talk to my mom anymore, my girlfriend left me for another guy, I don't have a permanent place to stay, I can barely sleep at night, I have started drinking to ease the pain, and it helps but the more I drink the less I feel like myself. I'm so lost and I have no one. I am alone and on the edge.

I have been shutting myself out from everyone for a few days now and it's just getting worse as the days pass. I feel like snapping but I am trying to control myself because I know if I snap i'm going to hurt someone. Either someone else or myself. I really don't know what to do right now.

I need something to help me. Something to bring me out of this hole. Any advice? Any words of wisdom? Anything?
Tags: Depression, Help]]>
Sun, 04 Feb 2018 11:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/wkPPIxXE3Bk/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3406
My step dad was caught cheating on my mom.. again. They finally split up and life was getting good. Then she started sneaking around with him and eventually told me she wanted to get back with him. I just turned 18 and this set me off. I left walking so I could calm down and not snap on her. She followed me in the truck and cussed me out telling me to get in. We got into a full screaming match. Cussing each other and telling how we felt.

She decided then to take him back. I packed my things and left walking. I didn't know where I was going but I wasn't going to stay there. My grandpa picked me up and let me stay with him (which is where I am currently staying) At the time this all took place I was in a relationship that I had been in for 6 months.

I met her parents, they liked me, I liked them, She was the only thing keeping me from getting where I am. About a week ago she left me without a reason. She just said I deserved better. I told her I wanted her and there wasn't anyone better in my eyes. That didn't help.

I shut myself away for a few days trying to get over her. Then I noticed she was talking to someone new and avoided me. I decided I have nothing left here. I am graduating in a few months so I am staying here until then. After that I am heading up North with my step mom and her family. I don't talk to my mom anymore, my girlfriend left me for another guy, I don't have a permanent place to stay, I can barely sleep at night, I have started drinking to ease the pain, and it helps but the more I drink the less I feel like myself. I'm so lost and I have no one. I am alone and on the edge.

I have been shutting myself out from everyone for a few days now and it's just getting worse as the days pass. I feel like snapping but I am trying to control myself because I know if I snap i'm going to hurt someone. Either someone else or myself. I really don't know what to do right now.

I need something to help me. Something to bring me out of this hole. Any advice? Any words of wisdom? Anything?
Tags: Depression, Help]]>
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Story: Monumental mistake by Patrick J Haley (A story of true love thrown away and the haunting life it caused me)


Life goes by in a heartbeat, and decisions you make can haunt you for the rest of your life. This is the true story of how I found the love of my life, that God intended for me to be with the rest of my life, but my personal circumstances led me to make a decision that has haunted me my whole life. It’s my hope that someone might read this and keep from making the same mistake that I did.

First let me tell you a bit about myself…I am now fifty eight years old, having grown up in a military family. For most of my childhood, I never lived in any one place more than about 6 months. We moved to Napa, California, in 1967 and lived there for approximately 7 years. During that time I lived a fairly normal life, going to school and playing with friends. I was always involved in sports, and never gave girls a second thought. I met the love of my life in 4th grade and she developed a very poor opinion of me, because let’s face it…I was a brat! Anyway, besides constantly giving her a hard time, like kids will do, I never really talked to her much. In 1974, one day, my sister and myself were sat down at the supper table and informed that my parents were getting a divorce. Once the immediate shock was over, we had a decision to make. My Father was from Minnesota, and intended to move back there and my Mother had chosen to stay in her home state of California. We were asked to make a choice as to which one we wanted to live with…and I chose my Father. For the next few years, I flew back to California for the summer…to spend time with my Mother. I had become a dysfunctional person, to say the least. I got poor grades in ninth grade (first year after the divorce). In the fall of my sophomore year in High School, I found that I excelled in gymnastics. Being an athlete that always worked hard to be the best I could be…when I flew to Napa for the summer, that year, I looked up a gym where I could work out and stay tuned.

Here is where the story really starts…When I walked in to the gym, to inquire about availability for me to be able to work out, I noticed that the receptionist was the Mother of the girl I used to harass as a younger kid. Mrs. Shuck smiled and asked me if I knew who she was. I told her yes and was a bit embarrassed…because I was almost certain she didn’t like me. She called in to the gym for Frossene, who then came out in to the lobby. She smiled at me when our eyes met and my heart melted right then and there. The next couple months, on a daily basis, I found my drive to go work out had more to do with wanting to be around Frossene than to stay in shape. Near the end of my visit for that summer, I got up the nerve to ask Frossene out on a date. I was informed that I would need to come by the house and talk with her Father, who was a big man. I was about as nervous as I have ever been, but agreed to the requirement. When I arrived, I was escorted in to the family room where Mr. Shuck was sitting. Frossene went upstairs and I was then grilled with questions like…what are your intentions with our daughter, where are you going tonight, what are your future plans for work, etc. I was clearly nervous answering these questions and my mouth was very dry…which was apparently visible, because I was asked if I wanted something to drink. I nodded yes and Frossene had come back downstairs by that time. They told her to show me to the fridge in the garage so I could get something to drink. When she did, there were fridge magnet letters on the door…and I saw that Frossene had spelled out “I love Patrick” with some of those letters. It was at that moment that I lost my heart to the only woman who has ever possessed it since. I was told that I would have her home by 10PM, no questions asked and we left. I remember opening the door for her, and being the happiest man in the whole world. I took her to see the movie “Close Encounters of the third kind” and had her home by 9:30PM. We talked until almost 1AM…and I wish I could tell you what we talked about, but I was too mesmerized by how beautiful she was and how hard I had fallen for her. When I flew back to Minnesota, I wrote her every week and we talked quite a few times over the phone. Getting her letters back and hearing her voice was all I cared about in life for the next ten months. From that point on my grades came way up at school, to a solid B plus average…mostly because I wanted to be someone Frossene would be proud to marry.

The summer of 1977 was awesome for me, as I spent 90 percent of my time with Frossene. We worked out together, went out on dates and enjoyed each others company more than I ever thought was possible. Back home I received a lot of negatives from family members, when I would call her and write her. They would tell me how impossible it was to make a long distance relationship work. I believe they were afraid of me moving away and not being able to see me like they were used to. Who knows, but it had started me doubting myself. At the end of my visit in 1977 I took her to the Napa County Fair. We walked and talked about the future and how much we loved each other and I couldn’t honestly see my life without her in it. As the next ten months played out and I began to look at colleges…I was informed by my Father that he would only pay for my college if I stayed local. I wanted to go to college, and really wanted to go to California for this…but couldn’t qualify for enough financial aide to do so. I was heartbroken, but I agreed to go locally and was offered a partial scholarship to the University of LaCrosse, in gymnastics. Frossene had decided to go to the University of California Davis, and eventually received her BA in Art and business. I was distraught over how the situation was taking shape.

The summer of 1978, I went to California with a heavy heart. Frossene could tell things with me had changed, and when she asked me about how I was feeling…I opened up. I told her I didn’t see how things were ever gonna work between us, when she was going to be meeting other men in college and I was going to be meeting other women. My deep seeded belief that true love didn’t exist had won my mind over…against how my heart felt. She pleaded with me not to do it and that she promised her heart and soul to me, and that we could and would be together after we graduated. With tears in my eyes and a heart that was punishing me severely…I stuck to my guns. I believed this was the best for us both…and I could not have made a worse decision. I went back home, entered college and was miserable the whole time. She wrote me a few letters, but I didn’t reply back to her at all. I quit college after one semester and went to work for my Uncle as an electrician. But there honestly has never been a week in my life, since then, where I haven’t thought about Frossene.

Over the next 40 plus years, I would attempt to give my heart to others, in hopes of having a full, loving and fulfilling life. But sadly, I was never able to give something to someone else that I had already given to Frossene, in her garage, in 1976. My heart has been a broken mess ever since, and although I have a beautiful daughter now…from someone that I thought I could love, It didn’t last. My daughter became the focus of my love and affection and all my free time for the next, now going on, twenty one years. I know that Frossene married out of college and had children who are grown and quite successful themselves. I am happy she managed to find love again…something I could never do. I have tried to reach out to her and stay connected, in a friendly way…but she didn’t seem at all interested. So I will remain alone, the rest of my life, loving only one woman and regretting that decision I made so many years ago.

I have been told that I am lucky to have experienced love like this, but I’m not sure it was a blessing…because of the decision I made. I hope any young person who happens to read this story, will learn one thing from this. True love doesn’t come along like a new set of shoes or a new car…several times in your life. It comes once and I plead with you to follow your heart and not let life’s negatives keep you from following your instincts!
Tags: Lost, Love]]>
Sat, 03 Feb 2018 10:55:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bG3E7WPFiQQ/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3405 (A story of true love thrown away and the haunting life it caused me)


Life goes by in a heartbeat, and decisions you make can haunt you for the rest of your life. This is the true story of how I found the love of my life, that God intended for me to be with the rest of my life, but my personal circumstances led me to make a decision that has haunted me my whole life. It’s my hope that someone might read this and keep from making the same mistake that I did.

First let me tell you a bit about myself…I am now fifty eight years old, having grown up in a military family. For most of my childhood, I never lived in any one place more than about 6 months. We moved to Napa, California, in 1967 and lived there for approximately 7 years. During that time I lived a fairly normal life, going to school and playing with friends. I was always involved in sports, and never gave girls a second thought. I met the love of my life in 4th grade and she developed a very poor opinion of me, because let’s face it…I was a brat! Anyway, besides constantly giving her a hard time, like kids will do, I never really talked to her much. In 1974, one day, my sister and myself were sat down at the supper table and informed that my parents were getting a divorce. Once the immediate shock was over, we had a decision to make. My Father was from Minnesota, and intended to move back there and my Mother had chosen to stay in her home state of California. We were asked to make a choice as to which one we wanted to live with…and I chose my Father. For the next few years, I flew back to California for the summer…to spend time with my Mother. I had become a dysfunctional person, to say the least. I got poor grades in ninth grade (first year after the divorce). In the fall of my sophomore year in High School, I found that I excelled in gymnastics. Being an athlete that always worked hard to be the best I could be…when I flew to Napa for the summer, that year, I looked up a gym where I could work out and stay tuned.

Here is where the story really starts…When I walked in to the gym, to inquire about availability for me to be able to work out, I noticed that the receptionist was the Mother of the girl I used to harass as a younger kid. Mrs. Shuck smiled and asked me if I knew who she was. I told her yes and was a bit embarrassed…because I was almost certain she didn’t like me. She called in to the gym for Frossene, who then came out in to the lobby. She smiled at me when our eyes met and my heart melted right then and there. The next couple months, on a daily basis, I found my drive to go work out had more to do with wanting to be around Frossene than to stay in shape. Near the end of my visit for that summer, I got up the nerve to ask Frossene out on a date. I was informed that I would need to come by the house and talk with her Father, who was a big man. I was about as nervous as I have ever been, but agreed to the requirement. When I arrived, I was escorted in to the family room where Mr. Shuck was sitting. Frossene went upstairs and I was then grilled with questions like…what are your intentions with our daughter, where are you going tonight, what are your future plans for work, etc. I was clearly nervous answering these questions and my mouth was very dry…which was apparently visible, because I was asked if I wanted something to drink. I nodded yes and Frossene had come back downstairs by that time. They told her to show me to the fridge in the garage so I could get something to drink. When she did, there were fridge magnet letters on the door…and I saw that Frossene had spelled out “I love Patrick” with some of those letters. It was at that moment that I lost my heart to the only woman who has ever possessed it since. I was told that I would have her home by 10PM, no questions asked and we left. I remember opening the door for her, and being the happiest man in the whole world. I took her to see the movie “Close Encounters of the third kind” and had her home by 9:30PM. We talked until almost 1AM…and I wish I could tell you what we talked about, but I was too mesmerized by how beautiful she was and how hard I had fallen for her. When I flew back to Minnesota, I wrote her every week and we talked quite a few times over the phone. Getting her letters back and hearing her voice was all I cared about in life for the next ten months. From that point on my grades came way up at school, to a solid B plus average…mostly because I wanted to be someone Frossene would be proud to marry.

The summer of 1977 was awesome for me, as I spent 90 percent of my time with Frossene. We worked out together, went out on dates and enjoyed each others company more than I ever thought was possible. Back home I received a lot of negatives from family members, when I would call her and write her. They would tell me how impossible it was to make a long distance relationship work. I believe they were afraid of me moving away and not being able to see me like they were used to. Who knows, but it had started me doubting myself. At the end of my visit in 1977 I took her to the Napa County Fair. We walked and talked about the future and how much we loved each other and I couldn’t honestly see my life without her in it. As the next ten months played out and I began to look at colleges…I was informed by my Father that he would only pay for my college if I stayed local. I wanted to go to college, and really wanted to go to California for this…but couldn’t qualify for enough financial aide to do so. I was heartbroken, but I agreed to go locally and was offered a partial scholarship to the University of LaCrosse, in gymnastics. Frossene had decided to go to the University of California Davis, and eventually received her BA in Art and business. I was distraught over how the situation was taking shape.

The summer of 1978, I went to California with a heavy heart. Frossene could tell things with me had changed, and when she asked me about how I was feeling…I opened up. I told her I didn’t see how things were ever gonna work between us, when she was going to be meeting other men in college and I was going to be meeting other women. My deep seeded belief that true love didn’t exist had won my mind over…against how my heart felt. She pleaded with me not to do it and that she promised her heart and soul to me, and that we could and would be together after we graduated. With tears in my eyes and a heart that was punishing me severely…I stuck to my guns. I believed this was the best for us both…and I could not have made a worse decision. I went back home, entered college and was miserable the whole time. She wrote me a few letters, but I didn’t reply back to her at all. I quit college after one semester and went to work for my Uncle as an electrician. But there honestly has never been a week in my life, since then, where I haven’t thought about Frossene.

Over the next 40 plus years, I would attempt to give my heart to others, in hopes of having a full, loving and fulfilling life. But sadly, I was never able to give something to someone else that I had already given to Frossene, in her garage, in 1976. My heart has been a broken mess ever since, and although I have a beautiful daughter now…from someone that I thought I could love, It didn’t last. My daughter became the focus of my love and affection and all my free time for the next, now going on, twenty one years. I know that Frossene married out of college and had children who are grown and quite successful themselves. I am happy she managed to find love again…something I could never do. I have tried to reach out to her and stay connected, in a friendly way…but she didn’t seem at all interested. So I will remain alone, the rest of my life, loving only one woman and regretting that decision I made so many years ago.

I have been told that I am lucky to have experienced love like this, but I’m not sure it was a blessing…because of the decision I made. I hope any young person who happens to read this story, will learn one thing from this. True love doesn’t come along like a new set of shoes or a new car…several times in your life. It comes once and I plead with you to follow your heart and not let life’s negatives keep you from following your instincts!
Tags: Lost, Love]]>
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Poem: I Hate This Feeling by Kimberly I've been like this for 3 months now
I'm too afraid to tell someone
so I keep it all bottled up inside me
I want to tell someone
but I just can't

The voices in my head aren't helping either
they just won't shut up
it's so bad that I want to slam my head in a door
it's getting to the point to where I'll do anything to get rid of this pain
even it hurts my loved ones
it's literally like I'm fading away and nobody notices

Nobody even bothers to ask me if I'm ok
or how I am doing
I just want someone to show me that they care
I hate that I have to go through this alone
I just want someone to hold my hand
and say it's going to be ok..
Tags: Depressed, Sad, Scared, Alone]]>
Fri, 02 Feb 2018 15:20:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/mrabnMylMMw/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3865 I've been like this for 3 months now
I'm too afraid to tell someone
so I keep it all bottled up inside me
I want to tell someone
but I just can't

The voices in my head aren't helping either
they just won't shut up
it's so bad that I want to slam my head in a door
it's getting to the point to where I'll do anything to get rid of this pain
even it hurts my loved ones
it's literally like I'm fading away and nobody notices

Nobody even bothers to ask me if I'm ok
or how I am doing
I just want someone to show me that they care
I hate that I have to go through this alone
I just want someone to hold my hand
and say it's going to be ok..
Tags: Depressed, Sad, Scared, Alone]]>
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Story: A State Away by John L.
Josh enjoyed talking to people online and never really had complications with it. He rarely ran into creeps that everyone seems to warn us about. Everyday at school he has a story to share about someone he met. It was his hobby and we didn't judge.

One morning at school he was sitting quietly, not sad, depressed, or mad.. just quiet. I sat next to him and asked him if he had a new story to share. He looked at me and smiled. Josh told us he met a girl our age online and she was only a few hours away. Obviously we warned him she might be fake and be careful. A few months passed and she was all he talked about. No one new, just her. Her name was Vanessa and he had gotten some pictures from her. She was beautiful. She was in theater at her school and performed in every play she could.

They had called on the phone and video chatted a lot so we weren't really concerned with if she was fake anymore. A few months passed and when he got to school he couldn't sit still and he was rambling on and on and on. Something about he could go see her and spend a few days up there. Spring break was coming up so we had a week off school. Josh planned to go up to Georgia and see her for 3 or 4 days and come back. We live near the top of Florida so this wasn't impossible. Only a few hours away like I said.

The day he was heading out he called me and told me he was on the bus and he was having a hard time sitting still. We talked for a while but as he got close he told me he would call me back that night.

When Josh got off the bus he was greeted by Vanessa and an older man he assumed was her father. He hugged her and they walked over to a black truck. They drove back to her house and went inside for dinner. As they ate her father obviously had quite a few questions and they spent the time getting to know each other. I sat around that night waiting for his phone call telling me how it went. That phone call came late at night and he told me something seemed off. He was sleeping on the couch but he could here the father in his room walking around. It sounded like he was getting stuff out of drawers.

This was odd because it was almost midnight. We came to the conclusion that he was just getting ready for bed. Maybe he stayed up late every night. Just in case Josh texted me the address and told me he would call each night at 11:30. We hung up and went to bed.

The next day they went out around town and had fun doing simple things. Walking around parks, feeding ducks, getting lunch, nothing out of the normal. When they went back to Vanessa's house her dad went to his room and said he would be right back. Vanessa asked if she could hold Josh's phone to take selfies on it for him. Of course he gave it too her. She held the phone and said she was sorry.

Her father came out and hit him. He fell to the floor unconscious. Needless to say, I didn't get the phone call that night, or the next. I started to freak out but decided to take my car and drive up there to find out if everything was ok. I didn't want to cause a panic over nothing. I drove up there and started searching for her house. When I finally found it there wasn't a truck there so I figured they were out doing something. I parked around the corner and played on my phone. I glanced at the house every now and then to see if they were home yet.

As it started getting dark the truck pulled in. Vanessa and her father got out but Josh wasn't with them. I tried to call his cell and that's when I new something was wrong. Vanessa pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it then showed it to her father. He pushed the end call button and it went to voicemail. I pulled over to the house as they went inside.

I ran up and knocked on the door. Her father opened the door.

"Can I help you?" He gave me a confused look and glanced around to make sure I was alone.

"My friend Josh came here to meet a girl named Vanessa and I haven't heard from him. Is he ok?" He looked at me with a confused look and I couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Josh left last night without saying a word. We figured we scared him off and he was going home"

"Then why does your daughter have his phone?" He paused like he was thinking of an excuse.

"She doesn't" I definitely knew something was wrong now.

I backed away from the door a few steps "I sat around the corner and called it. I saw her pull it out of her pocket and you hung it up" I was getting really nervous and he seemed to be calm still.

"Would you like to come look around?" I shook my head and took off running for my car. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started dialing 911. I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground and he started dragging me back to the house. I heard the operator on the phone asking what my emergency was.

I quickly yelled his address and started screaming for help. He smashed my phone then took me inside and closed the door behind us. He pulled me towards a strange door and I started fighting back more but something else hit me in my side and took my breath away. I looked and Vanessa hit me with a bat.

When he opened the door it was a stair case going down into a padded room. I saw Josh strapped to a chair in the room. I couldn't help but feel this was it. I was going to die down here. I grabbed onto the door as my last hope. I heard the sirens outside and there was pounding on the door. I screamed as loud as I could. They opened the door and arrested the man and his daughter. Josh was rushed to the ER for severe wounds to his head and body.

I was given ice and some pain pills in the back of an ambulance. I kept getting questioned about what I knew and I told them everything. When I was done I went to the hospital to visit Josh. He had an IV in his arm but he was awake. I walked in and he smiled.

"They said you were the one who saved me" I smiled and sat in a chair near the bed.

"What happened?" I saw the chills run down his body.

"They got some sick thrill out of torturing me. They hit me, cut me, did just about everything they could think of" He teared up.

"It's over now" I hugged him and the next day we went home.

*This isn't a real story but this is a lesson. Be careful who you talk to online and if you are going to meet someone in person that you talk to online, don't go alone. I hope you enjoyed*
Tags: Kidnap, Torture, Extreme]]>
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Josh enjoyed talking to people online and never really had complications with it. He rarely ran into creeps that everyone seems to warn us about. Everyday at school he has a story to share about someone he met. It was his hobby and we didn't judge.

One morning at school he was sitting quietly, not sad, depressed, or mad.. just quiet. I sat next to him and asked him if he had a new story to share. He looked at me and smiled. Josh told us he met a girl our age online and she was only a few hours away. Obviously we warned him she might be fake and be careful. A few months passed and she was all he talked about. No one new, just her. Her name was Vanessa and he had gotten some pictures from her. She was beautiful. She was in theater at her school and performed in every play she could.

They had called on the phone and video chatted a lot so we weren't really concerned with if she was fake anymore. A few months passed and when he got to school he couldn't sit still and he was rambling on and on and on. Something about he could go see her and spend a few days up there. Spring break was coming up so we had a week off school. Josh planned to go up to Georgia and see her for 3 or 4 days and come back. We live near the top of Florida so this wasn't impossible. Only a few hours away like I said.

The day he was heading out he called me and told me he was on the bus and he was having a hard time sitting still. We talked for a while but as he got close he told me he would call me back that night.

When Josh got off the bus he was greeted by Vanessa and an older man he assumed was her father. He hugged her and they walked over to a black truck. They drove back to her house and went inside for dinner. As they ate her father obviously had quite a few questions and they spent the time getting to know each other. I sat around that night waiting for his phone call telling me how it went. That phone call came late at night and he told me something seemed off. He was sleeping on the couch but he could here the father in his room walking around. It sounded like he was getting stuff out of drawers.

This was odd because it was almost midnight. We came to the conclusion that he was just getting ready for bed. Maybe he stayed up late every night. Just in case Josh texted me the address and told me he would call each night at 11:30. We hung up and went to bed.

The next day they went out around town and had fun doing simple things. Walking around parks, feeding ducks, getting lunch, nothing out of the normal. When they went back to Vanessa's house her dad went to his room and said he would be right back. Vanessa asked if she could hold Josh's phone to take selfies on it for him. Of course he gave it too her. She held the phone and said she was sorry.

Her father came out and hit him. He fell to the floor unconscious. Needless to say, I didn't get the phone call that night, or the next. I started to freak out but decided to take my car and drive up there to find out if everything was ok. I didn't want to cause a panic over nothing. I drove up there and started searching for her house. When I finally found it there wasn't a truck there so I figured they were out doing something. I parked around the corner and played on my phone. I glanced at the house every now and then to see if they were home yet.

As it started getting dark the truck pulled in. Vanessa and her father got out but Josh wasn't with them. I tried to call his cell and that's when I new something was wrong. Vanessa pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it then showed it to her father. He pushed the end call button and it went to voicemail. I pulled over to the house as they went inside.

I ran up and knocked on the door. Her father opened the door.

"Can I help you?" He gave me a confused look and glanced around to make sure I was alone.

"My friend Josh came here to meet a girl named Vanessa and I haven't heard from him. Is he ok?" He looked at me with a confused look and I couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Josh left last night without saying a word. We figured we scared him off and he was going home"

"Then why does your daughter have his phone?" He paused like he was thinking of an excuse.

"She doesn't" I definitely knew something was wrong now.

I backed away from the door a few steps "I sat around the corner and called it. I saw her pull it out of her pocket and you hung it up" I was getting really nervous and he seemed to be calm still.

"Would you like to come look around?" I shook my head and took off running for my car. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started dialing 911. I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground and he started dragging me back to the house. I heard the operator on the phone asking what my emergency was.

I quickly yelled his address and started screaming for help. He smashed my phone then took me inside and closed the door behind us. He pulled me towards a strange door and I started fighting back more but something else hit me in my side and took my breath away. I looked and Vanessa hit me with a bat.

When he opened the door it was a stair case going down into a padded room. I saw Josh strapped to a chair in the room. I couldn't help but feel this was it. I was going to die down here. I grabbed onto the door as my last hope. I heard the sirens outside and there was pounding on the door. I screamed as loud as I could. They opened the door and arrested the man and his daughter. Josh was rushed to the ER for severe wounds to his head and body.

I was given ice and some pain pills in the back of an ambulance. I kept getting questioned about what I knew and I told them everything. When I was done I went to the hospital to visit Josh. He had an IV in his arm but he was awake. I walked in and he smiled.

"They said you were the one who saved me" I smiled and sat in a chair near the bed.

"What happened?" I saw the chills run down his body.

"They got some sick thrill out of torturing me. They hit me, cut me, did just about everything they could think of" He teared up.

"It's over now" I hugged him and the next day we went home.

*This isn't a real story but this is a lesson. Be careful who you talk to online and if you are going to meet someone in person that you talk to online, don't go alone. I hope you enjoyed*
Tags: Kidnap, Torture, Extreme]]>
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Story: A story of a broken girl by Jessica
One person can steal it all over night your life can go from sunshine to rain in a few minutes. the look will haunt everything you do you can look in the mirror without seeing who you use to be. Who am I she whispers into the mirror that holds everything from the tears she cried to the blood dripping to the floor. She doesn't understand anything anymore her soul is darkened by the blood stained panties she hid away that holds her weak soul barley hanging on. Slowly walking towards the end of the bed that she once slept now only nightmares and broken dreams lay waiting for. She lays her weak body onto the bed hoping one day to be free from this. As soon as she closes her eyes she sees what could only be described as a soulless evil monster night after night she saw him getting near her. Everything seemed to slow down as he touched her scared cold body she begs but it never helps. What came the next night put her to ease knowing that night it would all be over. Walking to the dresser grabbing the only friend she's miever known. She stairs at the shiny blade that knew her pain thinking tonight I will sleep forever never to return.

she fills her lungs for the last time and splits her wrist over and over until the blade falls from her hand. Day dreaming of her soul leaving her cold lifeless body closing her eyes she sees the light. Almost dead as she hears the screams of her family asking why begging for her to live. They don't realize it's to late death has took her by the hand leading her to the smell of burning bodies. As she enters the fire she awakes to bright lights and doctors telling her she will be ok . The end she hoped for was stolen from her broken body cut weak and brushes by the sent of death. Death seemed so good at the time she said her goodbyes she to the world that has broken and shattered her not only on the inside but on the out too.


Her story only became worse as the doctors tried to figure out why she was so broken but no one understood. Should she lie and say it was the last time knowing it was only going to make it worse or should she tell the truth and get help. Could they handle the truth or would it break them too? she remembered the wind between her fingers as she went down the road no thinking just family who loved her who needed her. was she part of the last shattered army can she escape? Even when she's around her family she feels as if she doesn't belong! why is she so pushed away by everyone as if she's just trash in a sea of dark souls pulling her down farther into what they call happiness but how is it happiness when all she feels is lost. Is lost all she ever knows the feeling of never belonging never being loved never feeling like she's home. What does it mean to be loved is it just a story like the ones being told to kids the happy ever after never seeing the lies that they are told. They don't know about the flashbacks that only got worse as the day of flames approached. The day was ending when she closed her eyes the sour memory came into her sleepy eyes. It was cold outside but she could still feel the heat from the flames that glow in the night the smoke burned her nose as she cried. Her family stand beside her as she watched everything burn before her eyes. The smell the cold air the windows bursting as they run out the house. Everything was gone so fast as they fight the fire why must this happen what did we do wrong. The night grew to day as they sit in a hotel still crying still fighting. They was strong but there was one person stronger then the rest my hero my big sister the one who carried me to safety. She awoke to smoke and flames she picked the sleeping princess up fighting for air as the smoke covered the rooms. The flames spread so fast as we ran i still remember looking up and seeing the roof covered with orange and red flames spreading faster then the tears running down my cheeks.



That night I knew we would never be the same the fire took everything from us. The sound of windows busting still echos in my head as I close my eyes to fall asleep do they even understand who she was before this. She remembered the girl who gave her a praying bear after the fire saying it will be ok God has a plan. What fucking plan was this showing how fire can destroy a loving family turn them against each other what once was love is now a shadow in the mind of a broken child a child who will never see light in her mother's eyes again a child who will never hear her father say I love you again or a brother and sister as there protesters all of it gone. All they see in her now is the girl who tried to kill herself.....

they didn't know who she was they didn't care. The time was there she knew it wouldn't help but what could she do fight saying she was alright no this was not true she was broken shattered into that girl she needed help to save her from what they saw her as. As she walked in she saw the broken souls of what once was happy people destroyed by the world. would she be ok after all do they truly see who she is and want to fix how she feels. The story of her life was finally being told as hard as it is she would be ok or so she believed. the time she spent there was harder then what she thought it would be everyday remembered of what she tried to hide they promised it would help but it did nothing but bring the hate and anger back. She was done she wanted to go home why wont they let her leave why is it so hard to forget the things she was hiding how could they tell see her as strong when she wasn't. The anger started to rise like the sun I felt the heat
from the rage that boiled from within as
I screamed not stopping even as the tears ran down i couldn't stop I just
needed all my anger to be heard.



They all came running to see this girl they all thought was strong break so fast. What they saw was someone not only haunted by her past but a girl that had nothing else in this world she was nothing but a lost soul looking for something that isn't there. The anger was the last voice she had and she wanted everyone to hear it.


What came next shocked everyone as she raised from the floor she screamed to the top of her lungs and drove her nails into her wrist going as deep as she could. Tears still running down her cheeks she felt the blood and a evil smile came to her face as she felt the warmth of the anger and pain leaving her body. The nurses come so fast she can't even think before they grab her and take her to the padded room.


Her mind was full of voices telling her she was nothing,she was a whore,she was a broken piece of shit as she lays there tears fall as she ask God why he would do this to her? why would he be so cruel? does she deserve this what did she do so wrong? Is this what life is being told your nothing being hurt having her life mean nothing. How can she live knowing she's nothing to the world!

All she knows is hate and pain what is life truly about to be hated to be used to be a worthless whore? will the pain ever stop will her heart stay broken will the evil one take the rest of her? Things will never change this is all she will ever know!



as they take the last piece of self respect she had they all look happy as she looks up at them and prays for the end to come she can't live this life she's better off dead this isn't life it's hell she screams as they slam the door. She hears the muffled screams of the other broken souls but can't do anything to help them she can't even help herself! All the lies she has told to her family and friends echo in her head as the screams get louder. That one night turned her into a liar a whore a girl that no one would ever love.


She should have told them what he did to her what they all did to her but fear stopped her how could they not see? We're they blind or just scared like she was so many questions enter her mind keeping her awake the evil one caused it to began when he entered that night it was over her life ended she was a shell! When the other entered her life she was already broken she was gone and no one knew......

One turned into five so fast she was just their toy they all used her she couldn't fight anymore she couldn't scream she was lifeless as they took turns taking the rest of her body and destroying it. She lay there naked scared but her voice gone God please take me she kept saying in her mind as there cold hands touch her over and over why do they keep doing this she was already dirty she was already gone but they wanted more she had nothing else but they still used her broken body for their pleasure after they was done she put her clothes on walked to her room and cried that whole night no one would even believe her what was she to do.



she wasn't the only one they hurt. Rose was only 11 when they hurt her I was 16 we found peace in knowing we had each other her legs bruised as they pulled them apart her voice lost from the screams blood still running from her mouth eyes full of tears I grab her and hold her close I know she can't keep going if she wanted a normal life I was already broken so I take her place promise not to scream or fight to keep her safe I was older I could handle it she was just a kid she didn't need to know the pain of this. I kept my promise not to fight or scream as they have their way with me I do as they wish just hoping she's ok. I held it all in all the feeling all the tears all of it not letting a single word out until now.
Tags: Rape, Hate, Depression, Death, Sad, Self Harm, Blood]]>
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One person can steal it all over night your life can go from sunshine to rain in a few minutes. the look will haunt everything you do you can look in the mirror without seeing who you use to be. Who am I she whispers into the mirror that holds everything from the tears she cried to the blood dripping to the floor. She doesn't understand anything anymore her soul is darkened by the blood stained panties she hid away that holds her weak soul barley hanging on. Slowly walking towards the end of the bed that she once slept now only nightmares and broken dreams lay waiting for. She lays her weak body onto the bed hoping one day to be free from this. As soon as she closes her eyes she sees what could only be described as a soulless evil monster night after night she saw him getting near her. Everything seemed to slow down as he touched her scared cold body she begs but it never helps. What came the next night put her to ease knowing that night it would all be over. Walking to the dresser grabbing the only friend she's miever known. She stairs at the shiny blade that knew her pain thinking tonight I will sleep forever never to return.

she fills her lungs for the last time and splits her wrist over and over until the blade falls from her hand. Day dreaming of her soul leaving her cold lifeless body closing her eyes she sees the light. Almost dead as she hears the screams of her family asking why begging for her to live. They don't realize it's to late death has took her by the hand leading her to the smell of burning bodies. As she enters the fire she awakes to bright lights and doctors telling her she will be ok . The end she hoped for was stolen from her broken body cut weak and brushes by the sent of death. Death seemed so good at the time she said her goodbyes she to the world that has broken and shattered her not only on the inside but on the out too.


Her story only became worse as the doctors tried to figure out why she was so broken but no one understood. Should she lie and say it was the last time knowing it was only going to make it worse or should she tell the truth and get help. Could they handle the truth or would it break them too? she remembered the wind between her fingers as she went down the road no thinking just family who loved her who needed her. was she part of the last shattered army can she escape? Even when she's around her family she feels as if she doesn't belong! why is she so pushed away by everyone as if she's just trash in a sea of dark souls pulling her down farther into what they call happiness but how is it happiness when all she feels is lost. Is lost all she ever knows the feeling of never belonging never being loved never feeling like she's home. What does it mean to be loved is it just a story like the ones being told to kids the happy ever after never seeing the lies that they are told. They don't know about the flashbacks that only got worse as the day of flames approached. The day was ending when she closed her eyes the sour memory came into her sleepy eyes. It was cold outside but she could still feel the heat from the flames that glow in the night the smoke burned her nose as she cried. Her family stand beside her as she watched everything burn before her eyes. The smell the cold air the windows bursting as they run out the house. Everything was gone so fast as they fight the fire why must this happen what did we do wrong. The night grew to day as they sit in a hotel still crying still fighting. They was strong but there was one person stronger then the rest my hero my big sister the one who carried me to safety. She awoke to smoke and flames she picked the sleeping princess up fighting for air as the smoke covered the rooms. The flames spread so fast as we ran i still remember looking up and seeing the roof covered with orange and red flames spreading faster then the tears running down my cheeks.



That night I knew we would never be the same the fire took everything from us. The sound of windows busting still echos in my head as I close my eyes to fall asleep do they even understand who she was before this. She remembered the girl who gave her a praying bear after the fire saying it will be ok God has a plan. What fucking plan was this showing how fire can destroy a loving family turn them against each other what once was love is now a shadow in the mind of a broken child a child who will never see light in her mother's eyes again a child who will never hear her father say I love you again or a brother and sister as there protesters all of it gone. All they see in her now is the girl who tried to kill herself.....

they didn't know who she was they didn't care. The time was there she knew it wouldn't help but what could she do fight saying she was alright no this was not true she was broken shattered into that girl she needed help to save her from what they saw her as. As she walked in she saw the broken souls of what once was happy people destroyed by the world. would she be ok after all do they truly see who she is and want to fix how she feels. The story of her life was finally being told as hard as it is she would be ok or so she believed. the time she spent there was harder then what she thought it would be everyday remembered of what she tried to hide they promised it would help but it did nothing but bring the hate and anger back. She was done she wanted to go home why wont they let her leave why is it so hard to forget the things she was hiding how could they tell see her as strong when she wasn't. The anger started to rise like the sun I felt the heat
from the rage that boiled from within as
I screamed not stopping even as the tears ran down i couldn't stop I just
needed all my anger to be heard.



They all came running to see this girl they all thought was strong break so fast. What they saw was someone not only haunted by her past but a girl that had nothing else in this world she was nothing but a lost soul looking for something that isn't there. The anger was the last voice she had and she wanted everyone to hear it.


What came next shocked everyone as she raised from the floor she screamed to the top of her lungs and drove her nails into her wrist going as deep as she could. Tears still running down her cheeks she felt the blood and a evil smile came to her face as she felt the warmth of the anger and pain leaving her body. The nurses come so fast she can't even think before they grab her and take her to the padded room.


Her mind was full of voices telling her she was nothing,she was a whore,she was a broken piece of shit as she lays there tears fall as she ask God why he would do this to her? why would he be so cruel? does she deserve this what did she do so wrong? Is this what life is being told your nothing being hurt having her life mean nothing. How can she live knowing she's nothing to the world!

All she knows is hate and pain what is life truly about to be hated to be used to be a worthless whore? will the pain ever stop will her heart stay broken will the evil one take the rest of her? Things will never change this is all she will ever know!



as they take the last piece of self respect she had they all look happy as she looks up at them and prays for the end to come she can't live this life she's better off dead this isn't life it's hell she screams as they slam the door. She hears the muffled screams of the other broken souls but can't do anything to help them she can't even help herself! All the lies she has told to her family and friends echo in her head as the screams get louder. That one night turned her into a liar a whore a girl that no one would ever love.


She should have told them what he did to her what they all did to her but fear stopped her how could they not see? We're they blind or just scared like she was so many questions enter her mind keeping her awake the evil one caused it to began when he entered that night it was over her life ended she was a shell! When the other entered her life she was already broken she was gone and no one knew......

One turned into five so fast she was just their toy they all used her she couldn't fight anymore she couldn't scream she was lifeless as they took turns taking the rest of her body and destroying it. She lay there naked scared but her voice gone God please take me she kept saying in her mind as there cold hands touch her over and over why do they keep doing this she was already dirty she was already gone but they wanted more she had nothing else but they still used her broken body for their pleasure after they was done she put her clothes on walked to her room and cried that whole night no one would even believe her what was she to do.



she wasn't the only one they hurt. Rose was only 11 when they hurt her I was 16 we found peace in knowing we had each other her legs bruised as they pulled them apart her voice lost from the screams blood still running from her mouth eyes full of tears I grab her and hold her close I know she can't keep going if she wanted a normal life I was already broken so I take her place promise not to scream or fight to keep her safe I was older I could handle it she was just a kid she didn't need to know the pain of this. I kept my promise not to fight or scream as they have their way with me I do as they wish just hoping she's ok. I held it all in all the feeling all the tears all of it not letting a single word out until now.
Tags: Rape, Hate, Depression, Death, Sad, Self Harm, Blood]]>
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Story: Broken Dreams by Wilhuff Tarkin
I was one of the first 40 signatures, I advertised this petition on all social media I could from Facebook to Gab and YouTube to Twitter. Etc.

I was surprised that while of course fans are divided on the Disney take of star wars, never did I think I would have my life threatened over the franchise.

Henry Walsh also has been threatened, that people would hack his email, that they would attack him.

I have been told I would suffer if I kept going through with this petition and kept posting it.

In 1977 George Lucas strived to make a movie that nobody wanted to be a part of, it was difficult and he was told to change it and put all his money and time into it. He created history and made a huge change to cinema everywhere and the future of comic books and video games.

I've played every video game released by lucas film including the 1994 ones and beyond. All star wars EU, EA. I was bullied in school alot and had no friends because I have Asperger's autism spectrum, and my only escape was through the star wars games. Mostly KOTOR star wars the video game, I suffered alot of abuse, as a minor. I won't go into detail but I have felt alot of pain growing up, I was abused and forced to endure the wrath of a drunk uncle. I would have panic attacks and my asthma would get so bad I'd be hospitalized for a few days. The best part of the hospital in Palm Springs is that they let the kids play Nintendo 64. They even had the star wars games for it. The only thing that brought me happiness was star wars. The only thing that made me felt free and like I wasn't alone was the heroes that made my childhood matter. I got married this year and the main topic that brought my wife and I together was star wars and our nerdiness. She's my best friend and has helped me become more social and helped me actually want to have friends.
Without her and without star wars I fear what I may have done in the times I felt suicidal. I never knew my father and never had a relationship with my mother. My Jewish background made it hard in many social encounters. My family didn't like me nor my hobby of video games. Star wars got me through the death of my grandma who raised me, in 2015. I never got to say goodbye.
I've been called worthless and I've been beaten. But with my heroes I felt accepted.

I didn't like the Disney change. I loved the expanded universe and will always be a fan of it. So I signed this petition.


Even though I am being threatened and bullied again online, now I am strong enough to overcome it. Nobody can make me stop loving star wars.
Star wars gives me the courage to keep this petition going, I learned to have courage first from Luke Skywalker.

Star wars taught me to hope, star wars taught me to dream again.
Tags: Sadness, Struggle, Story, Sad, Sad Story, Hate, Dreams, Dream, Love]]>
Mon, 15 Jan 2018 09:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/92hpqx1Y70w/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3397
I was one of the first 40 signatures, I advertised this petition on all social media I could from Facebook to Gab and YouTube to Twitter. Etc.

I was surprised that while of course fans are divided on the Disney take of star wars, never did I think I would have my life threatened over the franchise.

Henry Walsh also has been threatened, that people would hack his email, that they would attack him.

I have been told I would suffer if I kept going through with this petition and kept posting it.

In 1977 George Lucas strived to make a movie that nobody wanted to be a part of, it was difficult and he was told to change it and put all his money and time into it. He created history and made a huge change to cinema everywhere and the future of comic books and video games.

I've played every video game released by lucas film including the 1994 ones and beyond. All star wars EU, EA. I was bullied in school alot and had no friends because I have Asperger's autism spectrum, and my only escape was through the star wars games. Mostly KOTOR star wars the video game, I suffered alot of abuse, as a minor. I won't go into detail but I have felt alot of pain growing up, I was abused and forced to endure the wrath of a drunk uncle. I would have panic attacks and my asthma would get so bad I'd be hospitalized for a few days. The best part of the hospital in Palm Springs is that they let the kids play Nintendo 64. They even had the star wars games for it. The only thing that brought me happiness was star wars. The only thing that made me felt free and like I wasn't alone was the heroes that made my childhood matter. I got married this year and the main topic that brought my wife and I together was star wars and our nerdiness. She's my best friend and has helped me become more social and helped me actually want to have friends.
Without her and without star wars I fear what I may have done in the times I felt suicidal. I never knew my father and never had a relationship with my mother. My Jewish background made it hard in many social encounters. My family didn't like me nor my hobby of video games. Star wars got me through the death of my grandma who raised me, in 2015. I never got to say goodbye.
I've been called worthless and I've been beaten. But with my heroes I felt accepted.

I didn't like the Disney change. I loved the expanded universe and will always be a fan of it. So I signed this petition.


Even though I am being threatened and bullied again online, now I am strong enough to overcome it. Nobody can make me stop loving star wars.
Star wars gives me the courage to keep this petition going, I learned to have courage first from Luke Skywalker.

Star wars taught me to hope, star wars taught me to dream again.
Tags: Sadness, Struggle, Story, Sad, Sad Story, Hate, Dreams, Dream, Love]]>
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Poem: I promised you by Jessica That I won't wake up tomorrow,
You will come and find my body laying in a pool of my own blood....
You touch my hand and find it's cold and dead

You remember that my hand was warm and welcoming, but now......
It's cold and in need

In my hand lies a razor.....
And a note saying
'I'm sorry I can't be there to hold hands with you......
I'm sorry we won't have our kiss....
I'm sorry we won't share I love you's again .....
I'm sorry I won't be there when your on our bed.....
I'm sorry I won't say yes to making love....
I'm sorry I won't be led by my father down the isll...
I'm sorry that we wont have our first kiss as husband and wife....
I'm sorry I won't be there when I am having our children....
I'm sorry I won't be there to watch them grow.....
I'm sorry I won't be there to watch them have there own family....
I'm sorry I won't grow old with you.....
I'm sorry that i won't see my grand children grow up......
I'm sorry we won't die in each others arms.....
I'm sorry for leaving you like this....
But I'm not sorry for loving you....'

As you read the note you had tears coming down your face.....
You wished I would wipe them away...
You regret..... But I do too

I watch you as you have a family and grow old.....
Sometimes you think of me and cry...
Other times you smile....
You kept the note I left you...
As a reminder.... To never let go of the ones you love.....
And if you love some one......
Tell them......
Tags: Sadness, Death, Regret]]>
Sun, 14 Jan 2018 14:10:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/jXc4B9yvWmI/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3863 That I won't wake up tomorrow,
You will come and find my body laying in a pool of my own blood....
You touch my hand and find it's cold and dead

You remember that my hand was warm and welcoming, but now......
It's cold and in need

In my hand lies a razor.....
And a note saying
'I'm sorry I can't be there to hold hands with you......
I'm sorry we won't have our kiss....
I'm sorry we won't share I love you's again .....
I'm sorry I won't be there when your on our bed.....
I'm sorry I won't say yes to making love....
I'm sorry I won't be led by my father down the isll...
I'm sorry that we wont have our first kiss as husband and wife....
I'm sorry I won't be there when I am having our children....
I'm sorry I won't be there to watch them grow.....
I'm sorry I won't be there to watch them have there own family....
I'm sorry I won't grow old with you.....
I'm sorry that i won't see my grand children grow up......
I'm sorry we won't die in each others arms.....
I'm sorry for leaving you like this....
But I'm not sorry for loving you....'

As you read the note you had tears coming down your face.....
You wished I would wipe them away...
You regret..... But I do too

I watch you as you have a family and grow old.....
Sometimes you think of me and cry...
Other times you smile....
You kept the note I left you...
As a reminder.... To never let go of the ones you love.....
And if you love some one......
Tell them......
Tags: Sadness, Death, Regret]]>
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Poem: Save me!? by Ridhi Ridhi So much that it is breaking me apart..
This infliction springs up day by day ,
That all my desires are unable to allay ..
As time flies , i try to live ,
To be the old me , happy revive..
But all I'm is lost in the ocean ,
Where all my profound emotions created a commotion ..

Putting hard efforts competing with the pace ,
But my heart siezes n loses its trace ..
Being so upset , depressed and pensive ,
Chained in memories, entirely captive..
Now I'm ragged, exhausted and drained ,
Not bleeding but still bloodstained..
Wanna be happy , not reel but real ,
Drain all my tears with utmost zeal ...
Let my heart out and move on quietly,
Wanna get rid of this cage , desperately ..
Be the same , old and happy soul ,
Away from love with no loopholes!
Tags: Love, Heartbroken]]>
Sat, 13 Jan 2018 14:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/5wGQiXZW0_Y/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3862 So much that it is breaking me apart..
This infliction springs up day by day ,
That all my desires are unable to allay ..
As time flies , i try to live ,
To be the old me , happy revive..
But all I'm is lost in the ocean ,
Where all my profound emotions created a commotion ..

Putting hard efforts competing with the pace ,
But my heart siezes n loses its trace ..
Being so upset , depressed and pensive ,
Chained in memories, entirely captive..
Now I'm ragged, exhausted and drained ,
Not bleeding but still bloodstained..
Wanna be happy , not reel but real ,
Drain all my tears with utmost zeal ...
Let my heart out and move on quietly,
Wanna get rid of this cage , desperately ..
Be the same , old and happy soul ,
Away from love with no loopholes!
Tags: Love, Heartbroken]]>
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Poem: It hurts by Yamadachi I want to go far away
To a place where I can be alone with you
Just you and I
We can go anywhere
We can be poor and homeless
But as long as we are together
That is all that matters

Your like spicy food to me
Even though you hurt me inside
I can't get enough of you
I want more despite it being painful
It hurts but it's the kind of pain that you like
I want you to hurt me more,so that afterwards it's bitter sweet
Tags: Love, Heartbroken]]>
Fri, 12 Jan 2018 14:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/28YCK-fp7K4/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3861 I want to go far away
To a place where I can be alone with you
Just you and I
We can go anywhere
We can be poor and homeless
But as long as we are together
That is all that matters

Your like spicy food to me
Even though you hurt me inside
I can't get enough of you
I want more despite it being painful
It hurts but it's the kind of pain that you like
I want you to hurt me more,so that afterwards it's bitter sweet
Tags: Love, Heartbroken]]>
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Poem: Dusk til Dawn by Yamadachi When we walked around from dusk til dawn
We were vampires trying to hide from the hunters.
I remember when we went back to your friends place
And I watched you play gta.
You motioned for me to come next to you
I didn't want to get to close
Because i knew that i had liked you.

I remember telling myself that you had no feelings for me
I remember slowly falling in love
With your smile
With your hand that always reached out to help me.
I remember the smell of stale cigarettes coming from your jacket.
I was a tiger
And you were a dragon.
Both bound to protect each other.

I remember when you told me your mom kicked you out and you had nowhere to go.
It was cold that night.
I didn't want you to get sick.
So i offered you a place to stay for the night.
I asked my mom if it was okay, she agreed.
I put your bike in the garage
Got you a blanket and pillow.
I remember how sad you looked
Like an abandoned puppy still trying to have hope.
I made jokes and got you something to eat so i could see you smile once again.
And when you did it warmed my heart.

I loved seeing you happy.
I remember when we started going out.
At first it didn't feel real.
It was my first serious relationship.
The first time where i felt like i could do anything as long as i had you.
I remember the late nights of playing at the park
Rolling in the grass
As if we were in elementary school again
I remember looking forward to waking up everyday.
To seeing your wonderful face
But you left.
Your mom had left you.
She made your dad take you in.
The man who you didn't know.
Suddenly he wanted to take care of you
I was hurt,but at the same time i wanted you to be happy.
And as long as you were i didn't care.
I would endure the pain and loneliness
Of you not being here
Until i see you again
And when i do
I'll remember that night
When we walked around from dusk til dawn.
Tags: Love, Heartbroken, Depression, Lonely]]>
Thu, 11 Jan 2018 13:55:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/QRJmTgqrsnI/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3860 When we walked around from dusk til dawn
We were vampires trying to hide from the hunters.
I remember when we went back to your friends place
And I watched you play gta.
You motioned for me to come next to you
I didn't want to get to close
Because i knew that i had liked you.

I remember telling myself that you had no feelings for me
I remember slowly falling in love
With your smile
With your hand that always reached out to help me.
I remember the smell of stale cigarettes coming from your jacket.
I was a tiger
And you were a dragon.
Both bound to protect each other.

I remember when you told me your mom kicked you out and you had nowhere to go.
It was cold that night.
I didn't want you to get sick.
So i offered you a place to stay for the night.
I asked my mom if it was okay, she agreed.
I put your bike in the garage
Got you a blanket and pillow.
I remember how sad you looked
Like an abandoned puppy still trying to have hope.
I made jokes and got you something to eat so i could see you smile once again.
And when you did it warmed my heart.

I loved seeing you happy.
I remember when we started going out.
At first it didn't feel real.
It was my first serious relationship.
The first time where i felt like i could do anything as long as i had you.
I remember the late nights of playing at the park
Rolling in the grass
As if we were in elementary school again
I remember looking forward to waking up everyday.
To seeing your wonderful face
But you left.
Your mom had left you.
She made your dad take you in.
The man who you didn't know.
Suddenly he wanted to take care of you
I was hurt,but at the same time i wanted you to be happy.
And as long as you were i didn't care.
I would endure the pain and loneliness
Of you not being here
Until i see you again
And when i do
I'll remember that night
When we walked around from dusk til dawn.
Tags: Love, Heartbroken, Depression, Lonely]]>
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Poem: The lies you tell by DaisyEarp but that's a lie.

You tell me I'm worth it,
but that's a lie.

You tell me I'm pretty,
but that's also a lie.

You tell me I'm beautiful,
that's a lie.

You tell me I'm the only girl you will ever love,
that's a lie.

You tell me we will be together forever,
that's a lie.

All the words that come out your mouth,
are lies.

You told me I'm acting strangely.
Am I?

You told me I look sick.
Do I?

You told me were getting distant.
Are we?

You told me I didn't care.
Don't I?

You told me you wanted to break up.
Why?

All the words that come out of your mouth,
hurt.

I saw him with another girl,
telling more lies.

He said she was gorgeous,
that's a lie.

He said he would die for her,
that's a lie.

He said she was his world,
that's a lie.


Everything that comes out of his mouth.

Is a lie.
Tags: Love, Lost, Lie, Sad, Suffering, Sad Love, Sad Poems, Lies]]>
Wed, 10 Jan 2018 13:50:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/mABxlEtktos/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3859 but that's a lie.

You tell me I'm worth it,
but that's a lie.

You tell me I'm pretty,
but that's also a lie.

You tell me I'm beautiful,
that's a lie.

You tell me I'm the only girl you will ever love,
that's a lie.

You tell me we will be together forever,
that's a lie.

All the words that come out your mouth,
are lies.

You told me I'm acting strangely.
Am I?

You told me I look sick.
Do I?

You told me were getting distant.
Are we?

You told me I didn't care.
Don't I?

You told me you wanted to break up.
Why?

All the words that come out of your mouth,
hurt.

I saw him with another girl,
telling more lies.

He said she was gorgeous,
that's a lie.

He said he would die for her,
that's a lie.

He said she was his world,
that's a lie.


Everything that comes out of his mouth.

Is a lie.
Tags: Love, Lost, Lie, Sad, Suffering, Sad Love, Sad Poems, Lies]]>
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Quote: You told me to wait. Then, why did ... by LONER Tags: Broken, Sad, Breakup, Hurt, Pain, Love, Tears]]> Mon, 25 Dec 2017 12:45:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Broken, Sad, Breakup, Hurt, Pain, Love, Tears]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: You said you don't want to see me c... by LONER Tags: Depression, Broken, Hopeless, Sad, Breakup, Hurt]]> Sun, 24 Dec 2017 12:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Depression, Broken, Hopeless, Sad, Breakup, Hurt]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: The sad thing is I waited because y... by LONER Tags: Heartbreak, Dying, Depressed, Sadness]]> Sat, 23 Dec 2017 12:35:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Heartbreak, Dying, Depressed, Sadness]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Be the reason that someone believes... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Hope, Love, Trust, Faith]]> Fri, 22 Dec 2017 12:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Hope, Love, Trust, Faith]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Apologizing for what you feel is li... by unknown Tags: Real, Feel]]> Thu, 21 Dec 2017 12:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Real, Feel]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: What doesn't kill you, makes you st... by Friedrich Nietzsche Tags: Stronger, Pain]]> Wed, 20 Dec 2017 12:20:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Stronger, Pain]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Pain, it enters the body as guilt a... by Mads Tags: Sad Quote]]> Tue, 19 Dec 2017 12:15:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sad Quote]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: I tell myself to keep it together. ... by Empty Tags: Sadness, Empty]]> Mon, 18 Dec 2017 12:10:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sadness, Empty]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: When you're happy you enjoy the son... by The understanding When you're sad you understand the lyrics.
Tags: True, Sorrow]]>
Sun, 17 Dec 2017 12:05:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes When you're sad you understand the lyrics.
Tags: True, Sorrow]]>
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Quote: Beauty doesn't always come with cou... by Kira Garbett Tags: Courage, Beauty, Just Be Yourself]]> Sat, 16 Dec 2017 12:00:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Courage, Beauty, Just Be Yourself]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Poem: Gone by Someone My heart is missing.
You are here,
But you're not listening.
I asked you whether pills or gun,
But you just told me that both is fun.
Finally I decided to make it end,
Because I didn't even have you my best friend.

We was everything
We was the sun and the moon
We was hell and we was heaven
We was the earth and the sky
And we was everything between
We was everything
Everything importent
Tags: Gone, Everything]]>
Sat, 16 Dec 2017 11:55:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/u8aMFvsON4w/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3853 My heart is missing.
You are here,
But you're not listening.
I asked you whether pills or gun,
But you just told me that both is fun.
Finally I decided to make it end,
Because I didn't even have you my best friend.

We was everything
We was the sun and the moon
We was hell and we was heaven
We was the earth and the sky
And we was everything between
We was everything
Everything importent
Tags: Gone, Everything]]>
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Poem: Tricking myself by Fernando. A. Martinez. I trick myself that I'm happy
I trick myself that I'm loved
I trick that I'm successful

But inside I know it's all a lie
Just a song and dace
I'm the performer
The wold is my audience

If only I could tell the truth
If only I could share my pain
If only thay knew how much I hurt
If only I was not so depressed

But at the end of the day I trick myself no more
I let my true color shine
I pour myself another drink
I cut deep into my wrists
Then I cry myself to sleep

Now I write this one last poem
A blood soaked hand loads my ticket out
Tears following a river down my ckeeks
I call my mom and tell her I lover her

This is it for me the end is near
one last breath I chamber the round
Pressing the ice cold barrel against my head
I pull the trigger letting the hammer drop

I hear the all to familiar click as I drop the gun
Curling curling myself back into my ball I lay there
I'm still alive, the gun must have jammed
I guess its just not my time.... Yet
Tags: Broken]]>
Fri, 15 Dec 2017 11:50:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/hSt4tC38EJE/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3852 I trick myself that I'm happy
I trick myself that I'm loved
I trick that I'm successful

But inside I know it's all a lie
Just a song and dace
I'm the performer
The wold is my audience

If only I could tell the truth
If only I could share my pain
If only thay knew how much I hurt
If only I was not so depressed

But at the end of the day I trick myself no more
I let my true color shine
I pour myself another drink
I cut deep into my wrists
Then I cry myself to sleep

Now I write this one last poem
A blood soaked hand loads my ticket out
Tears following a river down my ckeeks
I call my mom and tell her I lover her

This is it for me the end is near
one last breath I chamber the round
Pressing the ice cold barrel against my head
I pull the trigger letting the hammer drop

I hear the all to familiar click as I drop the gun
Curling curling myself back into my ball I lay there
I'm still alive, the gun must have jammed
I guess its just not my time.... Yet
Tags: Broken]]>
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Picture: Last steps as a couple by Rose H. Together, Him, Moments, Last memory
Tags: Together, Him, Moments, Last Memory]]>
Mon, 24 Jul 2017 07:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/IbLg0GcR3kw/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1831 Together, Him, Moments, Last memory
Tags: Together, Him, Moments, Last Memory]]>
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Song: Rootless Tree by Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan
What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Tags: Hurt, Breakup, Damien Rice]]>
Sun, 02 Jul 2017 22:35:05 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/0Z1TJdqH3Wc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=239
What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Tags: Hurt, Breakup, Damien Rice]]>
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Picture: Crying Alone by LoveHurts sad girl, crying, heartbroken, sad
Tags: Sad Girl, Crying, Heartbroken, Sad]]>
Thu, 20 Apr 2017 15:15:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/pnBf5NypW0A/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1807 sad girl, crying, heartbroken, sad
Tags: Sad Girl, Crying, Heartbroken, Sad]]>
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Picture: In My Dreams, You'll Forever Be by jerry harrenstein memories, missing you
Tags: Memories, Missing You]]>
Wed, 19 Apr 2017 03:15:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/3tDo2I0I7t8/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1822 memories, missing you
Tags: Memories, Missing You]]>
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Picture: Alone by LoveHurts Sad, Alone, Why, Crying
Tags: Sad, Alone, Why, Crying]]>
Mon, 17 Apr 2017 15:10:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/4LqThySrt_8/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1806 Sad, Alone, Why, Crying
Tags: Sad, Alone, Why, Crying]]>
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Picture: music helps by LoveHurts crying, music
Tags: Crying, Music]]>
Sun, 16 Apr 2017 03:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/fnJUDnjHUF4/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1803 crying, music
Tags: Crying, Music]]>
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Movie: La La Land by Damien Chazelle
Mia, an aspiring actress, serves lattes to movie stars in between auditions and Sebastian, a jazz musician, scrapes by playing cocktail party gigs in dingy bars, but as success mounts they are faced with decisions that begin to fray the fragile fabric of their love affair, and the dreams they worked so hard to maintain in each other threaten to rip them apart.

Tags: Breakup, Love, Life, Career]]>
Wed, 01 Feb 2017 05:33:18 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/61WP4mAQcK8/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=137
Mia, an aspiring actress, serves lattes to movie stars in between auditions and Sebastian, a jazz musician, scrapes by playing cocktail party gigs in dingy bars, but as success mounts they are faced with decisions that begin to fray the fragile fabric of their love affair, and the dreams they worked so hard to maintain in each other threaten to rip them apart.

Tags: Breakup, Love, Life, Career]]>
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Song: What will I Do Without Your Love by Jerry Harrenstein
Just as things get sweet
you back down again
leaving me to ponder if
this is the end.
When I think we are going
to meet my heart skips a beat
and capturing your love would
be something to cherish and keep.

Now you are fading out of view
and I do not know what to do.
When I last looked into your eyes
you began to cry and with hesitation
I wondered if I saw a lie.
Then I began to cry.
Do I go on without knowing, or do I
let my heart say I must be going?

My pain is so deep
I can not even sleep.
The days are getting shorter
and my love is going in that order.
Time is near my dear
and I must make things clear.
Perhaps a smile, or your gentle touch.
Would that be asking too much?

Loving you is all I want to do
and that is not hard for me to do
especially when it is someone like you.
I believe in love and you too, but
without your love what will I do?
What will I do without you...
Tags: Sad, Unloved]]>
Sat, 03 Dec 2016 19:51:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/0cfoHO95idc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=238
Just as things get sweet
you back down again
leaving me to ponder if
this is the end.
When I think we are going
to meet my heart skips a beat
and capturing your love would
be something to cherish and keep.

Now you are fading out of view
and I do not know what to do.
When I last looked into your eyes
you began to cry and with hesitation
I wondered if I saw a lie.
Then I began to cry.
Do I go on without knowing, or do I
let my heart say I must be going?

My pain is so deep
I can not even sleep.
The days are getting shorter
and my love is going in that order.
Time is near my dear
and I must make things clear.
Perhaps a smile, or your gentle touch.
Would that be asking too much?

Loving you is all I want to do
and that is not hard for me to do
especially when it is someone like you.
I believe in love and you too, but
without your love what will I do?
What will I do without you...
Tags: Sad, Unloved]]>
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Picture: Gloomy Sunday by Neriak gloomy, art
Tags: Gloomy, Art]]>
Sat, 12 Nov 2016 08:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/j0vnxmSnUxo/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1798 gloomy, art
Tags: Gloomy, Art]]>
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Picture: Gloomy day by Smil gloomy, trees
Tags: Gloomy, Trees]]>
Thu, 10 Nov 2016 20:00:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/Y6W4cAylGCU/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1797 gloomy, trees
Tags: Gloomy, Trees]]>
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Picture: Your Kind Of Love Hurts by jerry harrenstein hurt, art
Tags: Hurt, Art]]>
Wed, 09 Nov 2016 08:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/4pbKXOk2SPU/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1771 hurt, art
Tags: Hurt, Art]]>
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Picture: Gloomy by malialeon gloomy, face
Tags: Gloomy, Face]]>
Tue, 08 Nov 2016 05:50:41 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/xi4jCckFK_4/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1796 gloomy, face
Tags: Gloomy, Face]]>
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Picture: Sad Lonely Boy by Shivam das alone, sad
Tags: Alone, Sad]]>
Mon, 25 Jul 2016 15:10:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/g0LMgnqUePg/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1772 alone, sad
Tags: Alone, Sad]]>
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Picture: Iranian sad by Hiva blood
Tags: Blood]]>
Sun, 24 Jul 2016 03:05:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/tvLZ01rxwxI/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1770 blood
Tags: Blood]]>
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Picture: Your Leaving Me by jerry harrenstein sad, heartbroken, scared, hurt
Tags: Sad, Heartbroken, Scared, Hurt]]>
Fri, 22 Jul 2016 15:05:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/BLqeaV-qo80/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1763 sad, heartbroken, scared, hurt
Tags: Sad, Heartbroken, Scared, Hurt]]>
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Picture: #PAIN# by sathees pain, broken, death
Tags: Pain, Broken, Death]]>
Thu, 21 Jul 2016 03:00:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ecbG9bNusRQ/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1762 pain, broken, death
Tags: Pain, Broken, Death]]>
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Article: Sadness and Recovery from Addiction  

For over 50 years now, standard treatments for recovery from addiction have included cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and 12-step approaches. The past couple of decades, though, have seen alternative treatment models emerge, largely because of the relatively low success rate of some of the most popular treatments available. Since there is no single road to addiction, standard treatments sometimes fail because they fail to address the needs of the particular individual, or the reasons why they have sought their own private escape, through drugs. Addiction can arise from a variety of causes, according to recent research. Contributing causes include genetic factors, having a mental illness, abuse, etc.

Alternative therapies that are currently being used successfully in many top rehabilitation centers across the globe include yoga and mindfulness meditation (which focus on keeping the individual’s mind ‘in the here and now’, encouraging them to feel and ‘ride through’ their cravings instead of succumbing to a ‘higher power’ for help or trying to push their desires away). Horticultural therapy and art therapy, too, have garnered their fair share of success; the former because of its strong mindfulness component and the latter because of its ability to embrace an addict’s ambivalent feelings about quitting drugs. Art therapy is an important component of motivational interviewing, which seeks to promote reliance on the self to overcome addiction by finding inspiring reasons to quit.

A person who is addicted to drugs has many positive things to look forward to when they are drug-free. These include mending bridges with family and friends who may feel let down, finding one’s place in one’s profession once again and having he chance to do what ignites one’s passion, and enjoying a sense of greater physical and mental wellness. Motivational interviewing through art therapy, however, provides the recovering person with the chance to express their sadness. It is unrealistic to think that there is nothing an addict will miss when they are no longer using and they should have a chance to recognize and express their ambivalent feelings. Because art is so symbolic, it permits many interpretations and through their work (and with an aid of a trained therapist), the person in recovery can talk about why using drugs fulfilled them, without feeling like they are being judged, blamed or criticized.

What is there to feel sad about when one quits drug use? Addicts in recovery may miss the group of friends they used to use with, or a person they were romantically involved with; they may miss the high, the feeling of escape, the elation of avoiding responsibility. The individual should be allowed to express their grief about quitting drugs. Like all other grief, theirs travels through different stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Note that depression (feeling intensely sad, feeling hopeless or without the motivation to do things one used to love) is an undeniable part of the recovery process. We should never disenfranchise someone of the right to grieve, yet many recovery therapies fail because they seek to do just that. Families and friends should be sensitive to this issue and should not force the individual to see only the positive side of recovery.

Sadness should be acknowledged and heard, largely because for many drug users, it is a feeling of emptiness, loneliness or lack of self-worth that lead them to use drugs in the first place. Families supporting a loved one through recovery can help their loved one by also undergoing therapy/counselling. When a loved one is struggling, the last thing they need is to be nagged, criticized or blamed, yet family members, too, should refrain from blaming themselves. Rather, any weaknesses in the family’s manner of communication, poor conflict resolution techniques etc. should be identified and addressed, with family members always looking ahead towards the common goal – helping the person in recovery and every other member in the family achieve greater health and wellbeing. During counselling, family members, too, should be encouraged to express their sadness. Many individuals harbour guilt because they feel they could have done more for their loved one, yet in the end, the causes of addiction are too profound and complex to identify so that everyone should work on improving what they can, accepting themselves and their loved one just as they are – with their sadness, anger, and disappointment, but also with their dreams, their hope and their love, which always remains, regardless of the vicissitudes faced.

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Recovery, Drug, Sadness, Gemma Galway]]>
Fri, 15 Jul 2016 09:36:08 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/AP3Ex0QBZ8k/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=6  

For over 50 years now, standard treatments for recovery from addiction have included cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and 12-step approaches. The past couple of decades, though, have seen alternative treatment models emerge, largely because of the relatively low success rate of some of the most popular treatments available. Since there is no single road to addiction, standard treatments sometimes fail because they fail to address the needs of the particular individual, or the reasons why they have sought their own private escape, through drugs. Addiction can arise from a variety of causes, according to recent research. Contributing causes include genetic factors, having a mental illness, abuse, etc.

Alternative therapies that are currently being used successfully in many top rehabilitation centers across the globe include yoga and mindfulness meditation (which focus on keeping the individual’s mind ‘in the here and now’, encouraging them to feel and ‘ride through’ their cravings instead of succumbing to a ‘higher power’ for help or trying to push their desires away). Horticultural therapy and art therapy, too, have garnered their fair share of success; the former because of its strong mindfulness component and the latter because of its ability to embrace an addict’s ambivalent feelings about quitting drugs. Art therapy is an important component of motivational interviewing, which seeks to promote reliance on the self to overcome addiction by finding inspiring reasons to quit.

A person who is addicted to drugs has many positive things to look forward to when they are drug-free. These include mending bridges with family and friends who may feel let down, finding one’s place in one’s profession once again and having he chance to do what ignites one’s passion, and enjoying a sense of greater physical and mental wellness. Motivational interviewing through art therapy, however, provides the recovering person with the chance to express their sadness. It is unrealistic to think that there is nothing an addict will miss when they are no longer using and they should have a chance to recognize and express their ambivalent feelings. Because art is so symbolic, it permits many interpretations and through their work (and with an aid of a trained therapist), the person in recovery can talk about why using drugs fulfilled them, without feeling like they are being judged, blamed or criticized.

What is there to feel sad about when one quits drug use? Addicts in recovery may miss the group of friends they used to use with, or a person they were romantically involved with; they may miss the high, the feeling of escape, the elation of avoiding responsibility. The individual should be allowed to express their grief about quitting drugs. Like all other grief, theirs travels through different stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Note that depression (feeling intensely sad, feeling hopeless or without the motivation to do things one used to love) is an undeniable part of the recovery process. We should never disenfranchise someone of the right to grieve, yet many recovery therapies fail because they seek to do just that. Families and friends should be sensitive to this issue and should not force the individual to see only the positive side of recovery.

Sadness should be acknowledged and heard, largely because for many drug users, it is a feeling of emptiness, loneliness or lack of self-worth that lead them to use drugs in the first place. Families supporting a loved one through recovery can help their loved one by also undergoing therapy/counselling. When a loved one is struggling, the last thing they need is to be nagged, criticized or blamed, yet family members, too, should refrain from blaming themselves. Rather, any weaknesses in the family’s manner of communication, poor conflict resolution techniques etc. should be identified and addressed, with family members always looking ahead towards the common goal – helping the person in recovery and every other member in the family achieve greater health and wellbeing. During counselling, family members, too, should be encouraged to express their sadness. Many individuals harbour guilt because they feel they could have done more for their loved one, yet in the end, the causes of addiction are too profound and complex to identify so that everyone should work on improving what they can, accepting themselves and their loved one just as they are – with their sadness, anger, and disappointment, but also with their dreams, their hope and their love, which always remains, regardless of the vicissitudes faced.

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Recovery, Drug, Sadness, Gemma Galway]]>
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Article: The Cathartic Nature of Sad Music

Popular music tends to fall into two wide (and generalised) categories): it is either the kind of music you want to dance to, and listen to when you are partying with your friends or, it is soulful and heart-breaking ballads that make you want to think, reminisce about loves that you have lost, and have a good cry.

There is nothing wrong with crying when listening to sad music: in fact, it is a common and natural response. What you may not realise however is that crying in these circumstances can actually be cathartic, helping to stabilise your emotions and, ultimately release hormones that make you feel happier and more well-balanced. This is supported by research from a study into our complicated emotional responses to sad music, conducted by researchers at the Free University of Berlin in Germany. They interviewed 772 music lovers from around the world and found that rather than making them feel exclusively sad, listening to sad music also made them feel nostalgic, tender and peaceful.  The researchers concluded that “For many individuals, listening to sad music can actually lead to beneficial emotional effects…  “Music-evoked sadness can be appreciated not only as an aesthetic, abstract reward, but [it] also plays a role in well-being, by providing consolation as well as regulating negative moods and emotions.”

The Mood of the Audience

It is true that people tend to listen to sad music when they are feeling sad themselves. However, that doesn’t mean that listening to those designated ‘sad songs’ will make them sadder. In fact, it may help to regulate your mood, put your own sad emotions back into perspective and, ultimately, you may find that you get to the end of your favourite sad album feeling happier, more calm, and generally in a much better mood.  Thus the intended emotions depicted in the song are not necessarily reflected in the mood of their audience.

It is no coincidence that many of the best musicians, composers and song writers are no strangers to sadness themselves: whether they have suffered from the personal tragedy of loss, or feel a sense of wider sadness in the world (caused by hyper-sensitivity, depression, or mental illness) many musical artists will report that they understand sadness and pain. Many musical performers also succumb to the hell and subsequent sadness of alcoholism and substance abuse, which is probably why they have such a natural affinity with sadness, and why it is a common theme in their work. It is widely reported that writing about sad experiences can be cathartic. In fact, individuals that indulge in memoir writing and keeping a diary are found to be happier overall than individuals who don’t write down their thoughts and feelings and ‘writing therapy’ is a widely acknowledged and very effective treatment for individuals suffering from depression, anxiety, or overcoming substance abuse problems. Therefore it could well be that for the artists involved, writing their sad songs is actually a cathartic act, designed to help them to overcome their sad and negative emotions and break through to a place that is healthier and happier.

An Important Form of Self-Expression

For adolescents and adults experiencing emotional or mental health disconnections, sad music can be appealing because it provides a way of verbalising emotions they are experiencing but simply don’t have  the vocabulary to express themselves. This is also common as a way of self-expression amongst teenager: choosing to listen to sad or angry music (for example) as a way of expressing, in a non-verbal way, the way that they feel towards their parents, their peers, or the world in general. However that doesn’t mean that those individuals are feeling sad or angry: by expressing those emotions through their musical choices, they are often able to relieve themselves of their stress and tension, meaning that they end their listening experience feeling calm, heard, understood and under control

No matter what your reason for choosing to listen to a sad tune or two, there is nothing more cathartic than listening to a truly sad song, so why not turn on your stereo and listen to some of your favourites. However, don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling happy and calm, and not sad at all, at the end of your session. 

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Music, Sad Music, Gemma Galway]]>
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Popular music tends to fall into two wide (and generalised) categories): it is either the kind of music you want to dance to, and listen to when you are partying with your friends or, it is soulful and heart-breaking ballads that make you want to think, reminisce about loves that you have lost, and have a good cry.

There is nothing wrong with crying when listening to sad music: in fact, it is a common and natural response. What you may not realise however is that crying in these circumstances can actually be cathartic, helping to stabilise your emotions and, ultimately release hormones that make you feel happier and more well-balanced. This is supported by research from a study into our complicated emotional responses to sad music, conducted by researchers at the Free University of Berlin in Germany. They interviewed 772 music lovers from around the world and found that rather than making them feel exclusively sad, listening to sad music also made them feel nostalgic, tender and peaceful.  The researchers concluded that “For many individuals, listening to sad music can actually lead to beneficial emotional effects…  “Music-evoked sadness can be appreciated not only as an aesthetic, abstract reward, but [it] also plays a role in well-being, by providing consolation as well as regulating negative moods and emotions.”

The Mood of the Audience

It is true that people tend to listen to sad music when they are feeling sad themselves. However, that doesn’t mean that listening to those designated ‘sad songs’ will make them sadder. In fact, it may help to regulate your mood, put your own sad emotions back into perspective and, ultimately, you may find that you get to the end of your favourite sad album feeling happier, more calm, and generally in a much better mood.  Thus the intended emotions depicted in the song are not necessarily reflected in the mood of their audience.

It is no coincidence that many of the best musicians, composers and song writers are no strangers to sadness themselves: whether they have suffered from the personal tragedy of loss, or feel a sense of wider sadness in the world (caused by hyper-sensitivity, depression, or mental illness) many musical artists will report that they understand sadness and pain. Many musical performers also succumb to the hell and subsequent sadness of alcoholism and substance abuse, which is probably why they have such a natural affinity with sadness, and why it is a common theme in their work. It is widely reported that writing about sad experiences can be cathartic. In fact, individuals that indulge in memoir writing and keeping a diary are found to be happier overall than individuals who don’t write down their thoughts and feelings and ‘writing therapy’ is a widely acknowledged and very effective treatment for individuals suffering from depression, anxiety, or overcoming substance abuse problems. Therefore it could well be that for the artists involved, writing their sad songs is actually a cathartic act, designed to help them to overcome their sad and negative emotions and break through to a place that is healthier and happier.

An Important Form of Self-Expression

For adolescents and adults experiencing emotional or mental health disconnections, sad music can be appealing because it provides a way of verbalising emotions they are experiencing but simply don’t have  the vocabulary to express themselves. This is also common as a way of self-expression amongst teenager: choosing to listen to sad or angry music (for example) as a way of expressing, in a non-verbal way, the way that they feel towards their parents, their peers, or the world in general. However that doesn’t mean that those individuals are feeling sad or angry: by expressing those emotions through their musical choices, they are often able to relieve themselves of their stress and tension, meaning that they end their listening experience feeling calm, heard, understood and under control

No matter what your reason for choosing to listen to a sad tune or two, there is nothing more cathartic than listening to a truly sad song, so why not turn on your stereo and listen to some of your favourites. However, don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling happy and calm, and not sad at all, at the end of your session. 

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Music, Sad Music, Gemma Galway]]>
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Picture: how hard it is to hold on to by alone in tears alone, tears, missing, isolated, crying, lonely, tired, broken
Tags: Alone, Tears, Missing, Isolated, Crying, Lonely, Tired, Broken]]>
Tue, 07 Jun 2016 13:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/60tyQmhcmUQ/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1756 alone, tears, missing, isolated, crying, lonely, tired, broken
Tags: Alone, Tears, Missing, Isolated, Crying, Lonely, Tired, Broken]]>
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Picture: The Killing by Kaitlin pills, death, depression
Tags: Pills, Death, Depression]]>
Mon, 06 Jun 2016 01:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/wfXGd1Aj4Go/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1754 pills, death, depression
Tags: Pills, Death, Depression]]>
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Song: So Close by Evanescence
I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked on the front door

I walk by statues never even made one chip
but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey
Tags: Evanescence, Longing, Unloved]]>
Thu, 13 Nov 2014 23:36:33 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XnW0apgqaZI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=237
I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked on the front door

I walk by statues never even made one chip
but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey
Tags: Evanescence, Longing, Unloved]]>
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Video: The Divorce

Tags: Love, Divorce, Breakup, Hurt]]>
Mon, 10 Nov 2014 10:38:19 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/5ae2iaxdc08/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=75

Tags: Love, Divorce, Breakup, Hurt]]>
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Video: A life story

Tags: Life, Love, Death, Animal]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:18:04 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/RBSFCrhj2Z0/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=74

Tags: Life, Love, Death, Animal]]>
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Video: A Blind Father and His Daughter - Short Sad Story

Tags: Blind, Father, Family]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:08:58 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/lu8vMCaZBbU/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=73

Tags: Blind, Father, Family]]>
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Video: My Shoes
And most importantly, Be Happy With What You Have.

Tags: Shoes, Unhappy, Unloved]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:04:19 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ihCpuvaWmSM/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=72
And most importantly, Be Happy With What You Have.

Tags: Shoes, Unhappy, Unloved]]>
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Song: Heartless by Kriss Allen
In the night
I hear 'em talk
Coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could you be so
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You know need to watch the way you talkin' to me you know
I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could be so Dr. Evil
You're bringin' out a side of me that I dont know
I decided we weren't gon' speak so
Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me fo'
Homie I dont know she's hot and cold
I won't stop I won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go
You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than
Me

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight
Into the night

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far far far he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Tags: Kriss Allen, Heartbroken, Hurt, Rock]]>
Mon, 20 Oct 2014 08:39:39 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/r6Ky2E6T_ow/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=236
In the night
I hear 'em talk
Coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could you be so
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You know need to watch the way you talkin' to me you know
I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could be so Dr. Evil
You're bringin' out a side of me that I dont know
I decided we weren't gon' speak so
Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me fo'
Homie I dont know she's hot and cold
I won't stop I won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go
You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than
Me

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight
Into the night

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far far far he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Tags: Kriss Allen, Heartbroken, Hurt, Rock]]>
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Movie: If I Stay by R.J. Cutler
Mia Hall thought the hardest decision she would ever face would be whether to pursue her musical dreams at Juilliard or follow a different path to be with the love of her life, Adam. But what should have been a carefree family drive changes everything in an instant, and now her own life hangs in the balance. Caught between life and death for one revealing day, Mia has only one decision left, which will not only decide her future but her ultimate fate.

Tags: Accident, Coma]]>
Wed, 08 Oct 2014 06:15:52 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bMVo7Zrafsw/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=136
Mia Hall thought the hardest decision she would ever face would be whether to pursue her musical dreams at Juilliard or follow a different path to be with the love of her life, Adam. But what should have been a carefree family drive changes everything in an instant, and now her own life hangs in the balance. Caught between life and death for one revealing day, Mia has only one decision left, which will not only decide her future but her ultimate fate.

Tags: Accident, Coma]]>
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Song: Dreaming With a Broken Heart by John Mayer
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe

Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No, she's not 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once, you have to say goodbye

Wondering could you stay, my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No, she can't 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
And do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my
Roses in my hand?

And would you get them if I did?
No, you won't 'cause you're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Tags: John Mayer, Broken, Hurt, Heart]]>
Sun, 21 Sep 2014 08:05:32 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/kVoGGmAFMFI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=235
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe

Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No, she's not 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once, you have to say goodbye

Wondering could you stay, my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No, she can't 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
And do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my
Roses in my hand?

And would you get them if I did?
No, you won't 'cause you're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Tags: John Mayer, Broken, Hurt, Heart]]>
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Video: The Little Girl In The Hallway

Tags: Child, Missing]]>
Thu, 18 Sep 2014 07:44:28 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/uinGwZ0hJcQ/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=71

Tags: Child, Missing]]>
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Video: *WARNING* This WILL make you cry.

Tags: Cry, Sadness, Pain]]>
Wed, 03 Sep 2014 20:19:57 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/eYmaBHR5nVA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=70

Tags: Cry, Sadness, Pain]]>
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Video: South Park - Beautiful Sadness Raisins - Season 7, Episode 14

Tags: South Park, Alone]]>
Wed, 03 Sep 2014 20:14:53 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ymlMGUh6DC4/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=69 Raisins - Season 7, Episode 14

Tags: South Park, Alone]]>
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Video: A heart touching story of a deaf girl.

Tags: Hearttouching, Sad, Anger]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:38:51 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/H9_StxA2268/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=68

Tags: Hearttouching, Sad, Anger]]>
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Video: deepest part of your heart.

Tags: Heart, Teacher]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:36:15 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/EeJEeh0I4-Y/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=67

Tags: Heart, Teacher]]>
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Movie: The Remains of the Day (1993) by James Ivory
A rule bound head butler's world of manners and decorum in the household he maintains is tested by the arrival of a housekeeper who falls in love with him in post-WWI Britain. The possibility of romance and his master's cultivation of ties with the Nazi cause challenge his carefully maintained veneer of servitude.

Tags: James Ivory, Drama, Romance]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:20:52 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/fVcefZCdhuA/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=135
A rule bound head butler's world of manners and decorum in the household he maintains is tested by the arrival of a housekeeper who falls in love with him in post-WWI Britain. The possibility of romance and his master's cultivation of ties with the Nazi cause challenge his carefully maintained veneer of servitude.

Tags: James Ivory, Drama, Romance]]>
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Song: Dear John by Taylor Swift
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known

Well, maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known

You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known
Tags: Taylor Swift, Tears, Saddest]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:30:15 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/-C8cBcypXKA/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=234
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known

Well, maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known

You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known
Tags: Taylor Swift, Tears, Saddest]]>
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Song: Come In With The Rain by Taylor Swift
I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Breakup]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:27:18 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/lMuaMHpEyzM/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=233
I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Breakup]]>
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Movie: Children Underground (2001) by Edet Belzberg
One of the most astonishing and engaging cinematic works of the past decade, CHILDREN UNDERGROUND is a profoundly intimate and heart-wrenching drama about homeless children struggling for survival on the streets and in the subways of Bucharest, Romania.

Tags: Edet Belzberg, Documentary]]>
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One of the most astonishing and engaging cinematic works of the past decade, CHILDREN UNDERGROUND is a profoundly intimate and heart-wrenching drama about homeless children struggling for survival on the streets and in the subways of Bucharest, Romania.

Tags: Edet Belzberg, Documentary]]>
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Movie: Dogville (2003) by Lars Von Trier
Late one night, a beautiful and well-dressed young woman, Grace, arrives in the mountainous old mining town of Dogville as a fugitive; following the sound of gunshots in the distance which have been heard by Tom, the self-appointed moral spokesman for the town. Persuaded by Tom, the town agree to hide Grace, and in return she freely helps the locals. However, when the Sheriff from a neighbouring town posts a Missing notice, advertising a reward for revealing her whereabouts, the townsfolk require a better deal from Grace, in return for their silence; and when the Sheriff returns some weeks later with a Wanted poster, even though the citizens know her to be innocent of the false charges against her, the town's sense of goodness takes a sinister turn and the price of Grace's freedom becomes a workload and treatment akin to that of a slave. But Grace has a deadly secret that the townsfolk will eventually encounter.

Tags: Lars Von Trier, Drama]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:19:30 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/S4qf6oVGu4U/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=133
Late one night, a beautiful and well-dressed young woman, Grace, arrives in the mountainous old mining town of Dogville as a fugitive; following the sound of gunshots in the distance which have been heard by Tom, the self-appointed moral spokesman for the town. Persuaded by Tom, the town agree to hide Grace, and in return she freely helps the locals. However, when the Sheriff from a neighbouring town posts a Missing notice, advertising a reward for revealing her whereabouts, the townsfolk require a better deal from Grace, in return for their silence; and when the Sheriff returns some weeks later with a Wanted poster, even though the citizens know her to be innocent of the false charges against her, the town's sense of goodness takes a sinister turn and the price of Grace's freedom becomes a workload and treatment akin to that of a slave. But Grace has a deadly secret that the townsfolk will eventually encounter.

Tags: Lars Von Trier, Drama]]>
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Video: Sad Emotional Love Story With Sad Music

Tags: Sadness, Cry, Death]]>
Mon, 11 Aug 2014 11:01:04 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ANX7uMBkOLM/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=66

Tags: Sadness, Cry, Death]]>
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Video: Heart Touching Video Father and son are sitting on a bench. Suddenly a sparrow lands across them.
You don't need to be looking for some deep ideas of the video. You either feel the message deep within yourself or you don't.

Tags: Emotional, Cry, Father, Son]]>
Mon, 11 Aug 2014 10:49:10 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/9IbgNJX6WkA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=65 Father and son are sitting on a bench. Suddenly a sparrow lands across them.
You don't need to be looking for some deep ideas of the video. You either feel the message deep within yourself or you don't.

Tags: Emotional, Cry, Father, Son]]>
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Movie: Blue Is the Warmest Color (2013) by Abdellatif Kechiche
Adèle is a high school student who is beginning to explore herself as a woman. She dates men but finds no satisfaction with them sexually, and is rejected by a female friend who she does desire. She dreams of something more. She meets Emma who is a free spirited girl whom Adèle's friends reject due to her sexuality, and by association most begin to reject Adèle. Her relationship with Emma grows into more than just friends as she is the only person with whom she can express herself openly. Together, Adèle and Emma explore social acceptance, sexuality, and the emotional spectrum of their maturing relationship.

Tags: Abdellatif Kechiche, Drama]]>
Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:53:43 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/2rYuPvKJUhA/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=132
Adèle is a high school student who is beginning to explore herself as a woman. She dates men but finds no satisfaction with them sexually, and is rejected by a female friend who she does desire. She dreams of something more. She meets Emma who is a free spirited girl whom Adèle's friends reject due to her sexuality, and by association most begin to reject Adèle. Her relationship with Emma grows into more than just friends as she is the only person with whom she can express herself openly. Together, Adèle and Emma explore social acceptance, sexuality, and the emotional spectrum of their maturing relationship.

Tags: Abdellatif Kechiche, Drama]]>
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Movie: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button by David Fincher
On the day that Hurricane Katrina hits New Orleans, elderly Daisy Williams (nee Fuller) is on her deathbed in a New Orleans hospital. At her side is her adult daughter, Caroline. Daisy asks Caroline to read to her aloud the diary of Daisy's lifelong friend, Benjamin Button. Benjamin's diary recounts his entire extraordinary life, the primary unusual aspect of which was his aging backwards, being diagnosed with several aging diseases at birth and thus given little chance of survival, but who does survive and gets younger with time. Abandoned by his biological father, Thomas Button, after Benjamin's biological mother died in childbirth, Benjamin was raised by Queenie, a black woman and caregiver at a seniors home. Daisy's grandmother was a resident at that home, which is where she first met Benjamin. Although separated through the years, Daisy and Benjamin remain in contact throughout their lives, reconnecting in their forties when in age they finally match up. Some of the revelations ...

Tags: David Fincher, Romance, Drama, Fantasy]]>
Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:51:37 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/eZs8nvacXGU/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=131
On the day that Hurricane Katrina hits New Orleans, elderly Daisy Williams (nee Fuller) is on her deathbed in a New Orleans hospital. At her side is her adult daughter, Caroline. Daisy asks Caroline to read to her aloud the diary of Daisy's lifelong friend, Benjamin Button. Benjamin's diary recounts his entire extraordinary life, the primary unusual aspect of which was his aging backwards, being diagnosed with several aging diseases at birth and thus given little chance of survival, but who does survive and gets younger with time. Abandoned by his biological father, Thomas Button, after Benjamin's biological mother died in childbirth, Benjamin was raised by Queenie, a black woman and caregiver at a seniors home. Daisy's grandmother was a resident at that home, which is where she first met Benjamin. Although separated through the years, Daisy and Benjamin remain in contact throughout their lives, reconnecting in their forties when in age they finally match up. Some of the revelations ...

Tags: David Fincher, Romance, Drama, Fantasy]]>
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Song: You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crying for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Sorry]]>
Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:07:35 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/pDZIcM_cHnc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=232
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crying for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Sorry]]>
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Song: Still Loving You by Scorpions
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there

I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
Tags: Scorpions, Love, Pride]]>
Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:05:30 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/tCXTTC2ejxI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=231
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there

I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
Tags: Scorpions, Love, Pride]]>
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Movie: Sunshine (1999) by István Szabó
The film follows a Jewish family living in Hungary through three generations, rising from humble beginnings to positions of wealth and power in the crumbling Austro-Hungarian Empire. The patriarch becomes a prominent judge but is torn when his government sanctions anti-Jewish persecutions. His son converts to Christianity to advance his career as a champion fencer and Olympic hero, but is caught up in the Holocaust. Finally, the grandson, after surviving war, revolution, loss and betrayal, realizes that his ultimate allegiance must be to himself and his heritage.

Tags: István Szabó, Drama, Romance]]>
Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:55:50 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/M-Lo6JHcIRI/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=130
The film follows a Jewish family living in Hungary through three generations, rising from humble beginnings to positions of wealth and power in the crumbling Austro-Hungarian Empire. The patriarch becomes a prominent judge but is torn when his government sanctions anti-Jewish persecutions. His son converts to Christianity to advance his career as a champion fencer and Olympic hero, but is caught up in the Holocaust. Finally, the grandson, after surviving war, revolution, loss and betrayal, realizes that his ultimate allegiance must be to himself and his heritage.

Tags: István Szabó, Drama, Romance]]>
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Movie: The Duchess (2008) by Saul Dibb
Georgiana Spencer became Duchess of Devonshire on her marriage to the Duke in 1774, at the height of the Georgian period, a period of fashion, decadence, and political change. Spirited and adored by the public at large she quickly found her marriage to be a disappointment, defined by her duty to produce a male heir and the Duke's philandering and callous indifference to her. She befriends Lady Bess but finds she is once again betrayed by her husband who wields his power with the three eventually living uncomfortably together. Against this background, and with the pressures of an unfaithful husband, strict social pressures and constant public scrutiny, Georgiana falls passionately in love with Charles Grey, a rising young Whig politician. However, despite his ongoing liaison with Lady Bess, the Duke refuses to allow her to continue the affair and threatens to take her children from her.

Tags: Saul Dibb, Biography, Drama, History]]>
Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:36:47 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/VEaqnhN_m6E/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=129
Georgiana Spencer became Duchess of Devonshire on her marriage to the Duke in 1774, at the height of the Georgian period, a period of fashion, decadence, and political change. Spirited and adored by the public at large she quickly found her marriage to be a disappointment, defined by her duty to produce a male heir and the Duke's philandering and callous indifference to her. She befriends Lady Bess but finds she is once again betrayed by her husband who wields his power with the three eventually living uncomfortably together. Against this background, and with the pressures of an unfaithful husband, strict social pressures and constant public scrutiny, Georgiana falls passionately in love with Charles Grey, a rising young Whig politician. However, despite his ongoing liaison with Lady Bess, the Duke refuses to allow her to continue the affair and threatens to take her children from her.

Tags: Saul Dibb, Biography, Drama, History]]>
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Movie: Australia (2008) by Baz Luhrmann
In northern Australia at the beginning of World War II, an English aristocrat inherits a cattle station the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn stock-man to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier.

Tags: Baz Luhrmann, History, Drama]]>
Sun, 20 Jul 2014 22:37:06 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/-qDtDlhV7PI/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=128
In northern Australia at the beginning of World War II, an English aristocrat inherits a cattle station the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn stock-man to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier.

Tags: Baz Luhrmann, History, Drama]]>
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Song: All Of Me by John Legend
[Verse 1:]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Verse 2:]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Bridge:]
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Tags: John Legend, Love, Soft]]>
Sat, 12 Jul 2014 21:19:56 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ckT6NenSBBY/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=230
[Verse 1:]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Verse 2:]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Bridge:]
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Tags: John Legend, Love, Soft]]>
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Movie: Her (2013) by Spike Jonze
Theodore is a lonely man in the final stages of his divorce. When he's not working as a letter writer, his down time is spent playing video games and occasionally hanging out with friends. He decides to purchase the new OS1, which is advertised as the world's first artificially intelligent operating system, "It's not just an operating system, it's a consciousness," the ad states. Theodore quickly finds himself drawn in with Samantha, the voice behind his OS1. As they start spending time together they grow closer and closer and eventually find themselves in love. Having fallen in love with his OS, Theodore finds himself dealing with feelings of both great joy and doubt. As an OS, Samantha has powerful intelligence that she uses to help Theodore in ways others hadn't, but how does she help him deal with his inner conflict of being in love with an OS?

Tags: Spike Jonze, Emotional, Alone]]>
Thu, 10 Jul 2014 20:43:21 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/hNep4DHwZU8/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=127
Theodore is a lonely man in the final stages of his divorce. When he's not working as a letter writer, his down time is spent playing video games and occasionally hanging out with friends. He decides to purchase the new OS1, which is advertised as the world's first artificially intelligent operating system, "It's not just an operating system, it's a consciousness," the ad states. Theodore quickly finds himself drawn in with Samantha, the voice behind his OS1. As they start spending time together they grow closer and closer and eventually find themselves in love. Having fallen in love with his OS, Theodore finds himself dealing with feelings of both great joy and doubt. As an OS, Samantha has powerful intelligence that she uses to help Theodore in ways others hadn't, but how does she help him deal with his inner conflict of being in love with an OS?

Tags: Spike Jonze, Emotional, Alone]]>
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Movie: Dead Snow (2009) by Tommy Wirkola
Several friends take to the mountains and shack-up in the wilderness of back-of-beyond to enjoy a little R & R together, their peace is soon interrupted by a mysterious old man, warning them of a local curse that during the German occupation of the local area that these Nazi invaders were brutal and harsh in their methods of control. Telling of the legend of the villager's revolt that drove them up into the cold, dark mountains where they perished, that is until rumour of their return in the form of zombies, evil Nazi zombies.

Tags: Tommy Wirkola, Horror, Zombies]]>
Thu, 10 Jul 2014 20:32:40 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bHZmvljHj3A/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=126
Several friends take to the mountains and shack-up in the wilderness of back-of-beyond to enjoy a little R & R together, their peace is soon interrupted by a mysterious old man, warning them of a local curse that during the German occupation of the local area that these Nazi invaders were brutal and harsh in their methods of control. Telling of the legend of the villager's revolt that drove them up into the cold, dark mountains where they perished, that is until rumour of their return in the form of zombies, evil Nazi zombies.

Tags: Tommy Wirkola, Horror, Zombies]]>
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Movie: Silver Linings Playbook (2012) by David O. Russell
Against medical advice and without the knowledge of her husband Pat Solatano Sr., caring Dolores Solatano discharges her adult son, Pat Solatano Jr., from a Maryland mental health institution after his minimum eight month court ordered stint. The condition of the release includes Pat Jr. moving back in with his parents in their Philadelphia home. Although Pat Jr.'s institutionalization was due to him beating up the lover of his wife Nikki, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Nikki has since left him and has received a restraining order against him. Although he is on medication (which he doesn't take because of the way it makes him feel) and has mandatory therapy sessions, Pat Jr. feels like he can manage on the outside solely by healthy living and looking for the "silver linings" in his life. His goals are to get his old job back as a substitute teacher, but more importantly reunite with Nikki. He finds there are certain instances where he doesn't cope well, however no less so ...

Tags: Romance, Love, Separation, Struggle, David O. Russell]]>
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Against medical advice and without the knowledge of her husband Pat Solatano Sr., caring Dolores Solatano discharges her adult son, Pat Solatano Jr., from a Maryland mental health institution after his minimum eight month court ordered stint. The condition of the release includes Pat Jr. moving back in with his parents in their Philadelphia home. Although Pat Jr.'s institutionalization was due to him beating up the lover of his wife Nikki, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Nikki has since left him and has received a restraining order against him. Although he is on medication (which he doesn't take because of the way it makes him feel) and has mandatory therapy sessions, Pat Jr. feels like he can manage on the outside solely by healthy living and looking for the "silver linings" in his life. His goals are to get his old job back as a substitute teacher, but more importantly reunite with Nikki. He finds there are certain instances where he doesn't cope well, however no less so ...

Tags: Romance, Love, Separation, Struggle, David O. Russell]]>
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Video: Hospital Window - Inspirational Video

Tags: Support, Inspirational, Hope]]>
Sun, 06 Jul 2014 21:35:31 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/vFXj-KdTAeA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=64

Tags: Support, Inspirational, Hope]]>
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Movie: About Time (I) (2013) by Richard Curtis
At the age of 21, Tim Lake (Domhnall Gleeson) discovers he can travel in time... The night after another unsatisfactory New Year party, Tim's father (Bill Nighy) tells his son that the men in his family have always had the ability to travel through time. Tim can't change history, but he can change what happens and has happened in his own life-so he decides to make his world a better place...by getting a girlfriend. Sadly, that turns out not to be as easy as you might think. Moving from the Cornwall coast to London to train as a lawyer, Tim finally meets the beautiful but insecure Mary (Rachel McAdams). They fall in love, then an unfortunate time-travel incident means he's never met her at all. So they meet for the first time again-and again-but finally, after a lot of cunning time-traveling, he wins her heart. Tim then uses his power to create the perfect romantic proposal, to save his wedding from the worst best-man speeches, to save his best friend from professional disaster and to ...

Tags: Richard Curtis, Love, Romance, Drama]]>
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At the age of 21, Tim Lake (Domhnall Gleeson) discovers he can travel in time... The night after another unsatisfactory New Year party, Tim's father (Bill Nighy) tells his son that the men in his family have always had the ability to travel through time. Tim can't change history, but he can change what happens and has happened in his own life-so he decides to make his world a better place...by getting a girlfriend. Sadly, that turns out not to be as easy as you might think. Moving from the Cornwall coast to London to train as a lawyer, Tim finally meets the beautiful but insecure Mary (Rachel McAdams). They fall in love, then an unfortunate time-travel incident means he's never met her at all. So they meet for the first time again-and again-but finally, after a lot of cunning time-traveling, he wins her heart. Tim then uses his power to create the perfect romantic proposal, to save his wedding from the worst best-man speeches, to save his best friend from professional disaster and to ...

Tags: Richard Curtis, Love, Romance, Drama]]>
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Song: Trouble Is by Backstreet Boys
[Howie:]
How come you never know
What you got until it's gone
Too bad
Because I never felt so good with anyone
How fooled was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine

[Nick/Howie:]
So every day I try a little harder
To forget her
Lie here convince myself
Tomorrow will be better

[Chorus:]
The trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory
And now I know what it is
Love is what the trouble is

[Howie:]
Love is what the trouble is

[AJ:]
How come she said
You never wear your heart
Where I can see
Too bad
Cause now I'm the one
Who's sorry
How stupid was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine
So everyday I find a little something
To remind me
No matter how I try
I can't put the past behind me

[Repeat Chorus]

[AJ:]
Love has let me go
I'm alright, I'm okay
I'll be fine, give it time

[All:]
But the only trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone (she's gone)
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory (I just can't)
And now I know what it is (now I know)
And now I know what it is
Cause love is what the trouble is
The trouble
Love... Love is what the trouble is
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Love, Memories]]>
Thu, 03 Jul 2014 20:22:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/WXRcz7NGGlk/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=229
[Howie:]
How come you never know
What you got until it's gone
Too bad
Because I never felt so good with anyone
How fooled was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine

[Nick/Howie:]
So every day I try a little harder
To forget her
Lie here convince myself
Tomorrow will be better

[Chorus:]
The trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory
And now I know what it is
Love is what the trouble is

[Howie:]
Love is what the trouble is

[AJ:]
How come she said
You never wear your heart
Where I can see
Too bad
Cause now I'm the one
Who's sorry
How stupid was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine
So everyday I find a little something
To remind me
No matter how I try
I can't put the past behind me

[Repeat Chorus]

[AJ:]
Love has let me go
I'm alright, I'm okay
I'll be fine, give it time

[All:]
But the only trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone (she's gone)
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory (I just can't)
And now I know what it is (now I know)
And now I know what it is
Cause love is what the trouble is
The trouble
Love... Love is what the trouble is
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Love, Memories]]>
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Video: A Wedding That Will Move You
Early this year, Rowden and Leizl decided to get married on July 8, 2014, Rowden's 30th birthday. Together with their adorable 2-year-old daughter, they already had a perfect family.

Then a twist of fate, Rowden got diagnosed with stage IV liver cancer in late May. His last request was to marry his one true love. After 12hours of preparations, his dream was fulfilled. Unable to take him outside the hospital, we brought the church to him. It was like a heartbreaking fairytale.

Rowden Go, at the age of 29-years-old, passed away on June 11, 2014. Less than 10hours after he said his vows.

He is survived by his wife Leizel May, daughter Zakiah Rowzel, mother Lorelei, and brothers Hasset & Hisham.

Tags: Death, Wedding, Sick, Cancer, Bride]]>
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Early this year, Rowden and Leizl decided to get married on July 8, 2014, Rowden's 30th birthday. Together with their adorable 2-year-old daughter, they already had a perfect family.

Then a twist of fate, Rowden got diagnosed with stage IV liver cancer in late May. His last request was to marry his one true love. After 12hours of preparations, his dream was fulfilled. Unable to take him outside the hospital, we brought the church to him. It was like a heartbreaking fairytale.

Rowden Go, at the age of 29-years-old, passed away on June 11, 2014. Less than 10hours after he said his vows.

He is survived by his wife Leizel May, daughter Zakiah Rowzel, mother Lorelei, and brothers Hasset & Hisham.

Tags: Death, Wedding, Sick, Cancer, Bride]]>
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Movie: The English Patient (1996) by Anthony Minghella
Beginning in the 1930's, "The English Patient" tells the story of Count Almásy who is a Hungarian map maker employed by the Royal Geographical Society to chart the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert along with several other prominent explorers. As World War II unfolds, Almásy enters into a world of love, betrayal, and politics that is later revealed in a series of flashbacks while Almásy is on his death bed after being horribly burned in a plane crash.

Tags: Anthony Minghella, War, Romance, Drama]]>
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Beginning in the 1930's, "The English Patient" tells the story of Count Almásy who is a Hungarian map maker employed by the Royal Geographical Society to chart the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert along with several other prominent explorers. As World War II unfolds, Almásy enters into a world of love, betrayal, and politics that is later revealed in a series of flashbacks while Almásy is on his death bed after being horribly burned in a plane crash.

Tags: Anthony Minghella, War, Romance, Drama]]>
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Song: High Hopes by Pink Floyd
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
Tags: Pink Floyd, Alone]]>
Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:17:56 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/GlygPQFc-7I/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=228
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
Tags: Pink Floyd, Alone]]>
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Song: The Final Cut by Pink Floyd
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut
Tags: Pink Floyd, Depressed, Hurt]]>
Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:16:34 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/7E8GoUfWiA4/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=227
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut
Tags: Pink Floyd, Depressed, Hurt]]>
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Song: Dust In The Wind by Kansas
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

(Aa aa aa)
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Oh, ho, ho

Now don't hang on
Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind
(In the wind)

(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
Tags: Kansas, Empty, Love]]>
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I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

(Aa aa aa)
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Oh, ho, ho

Now don't hang on
Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind
(In the wind)

(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
Tags: Kansas, Empty, Love]]>
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Video: The most inspiring video you will ever watch!

Tags: Inspirational, Staystrong]]>
Mon, 26 May 2014 20:32:14 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/z4gOtcM9DNw/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=62

Tags: Inspirational, Staystrong]]>
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Song: Shattered by Backstreet Boys
[A.J:]
So empty, can't feel no more,
As I'm left with my tears on the floor
I wait for my heart to mend,
But you keep tearing a hole

[Brian:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered,
[Nick:] (From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke)
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered)
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe, you left me, ah)

[Brian:] So shattered

[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered

[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
What am I still here for,
Could it be that I'm just waiting
Hoping you'd rescue me,
And put the pieces together again

[Howie:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[Howie:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
Tell me what you're really here for,
If you never really loved me
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough

'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, oh-ho

[Howie:]
You took my emotions
And scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
And move on with life, again

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[A.J.:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside

[A.J.:] So shattered
[Brian:] Oh yes, I can't believe, you left me, so shattered
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Shattered, Alone, Hurt]]>
Mon, 26 May 2014 20:28:54 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/6HAIYOtR_uI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=225
[A.J:]
So empty, can't feel no more,
As I'm left with my tears on the floor
I wait for my heart to mend,
But you keep tearing a hole

[Brian:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered,
[Nick:] (From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke)
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered)
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe, you left me, ah)

[Brian:] So shattered

[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered

[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
What am I still here for,
Could it be that I'm just waiting
Hoping you'd rescue me,
And put the pieces together again

[Howie:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[Howie:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
Tell me what you're really here for,
If you never really loved me
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough

'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, oh-ho

[Howie:]
You took my emotions
And scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
And move on with life, again

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[A.J.:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside

[A.J.:] So shattered
[Brian:] Oh yes, I can't believe, you left me, so shattered
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Shattered, Alone, Hurt]]>
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Video: "Hey" - Short Film on Bullying

Tags: Bullying, Alone, Hurt]]>
Fri, 09 May 2014 22:43:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bcA-vIYYTHc/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=61

Tags: Bullying, Alone, Hurt]]>
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Article: Sad quotes for a broken heart Sadness is a part of life that is unavoidable and arises from lost dreams and opportunities. It engulfs people into its pit and right then sad quotes can come to the best rescue. Sad quotes are soul-stirring that strikes a chord when we feel sad. These powerful words express deep truths right from the heart. There are many famous sad quotes that seem to echo our emotions which has been written when that person felt that way and it's always comforting to know that there are others who has also traveled in the same path.

Some of the amazing top sad quotes that I find really comforting when depressed and you might find them soothing too are:
'Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.' This quote is by Javan. It jerks and brings me to reality and makes me think logical.

'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy' by Psalms reminds me not to lose hope and one drop of tear draws a person one step more closer to happiness.
'Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears' by Marcus Aurelius and 'Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong' by Winston Churchill are two favorite quotes I like a lot as it talks about being strong and not feel the pain. It's really inspiring when I feel hurt or isolated.

Another cool sad quote that I often recall when I feel sad is, 'Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable'. It reminds me that experiences only make one more practical in life.

Then there are some other really great sad quotes like,
'Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been' by John Greenleaf Whittier
'Let your tears come. Let them water your soul' by Eileen Mayhew

'Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation' by Kahlil Gibran
And finally the most heart touching one that I often secure it deep in my heart is the quote, 'The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you' by Unknown Author which reminds me to realize the love of the ones who love me before it's too late and not go through the pain of losing a loved one by taking too long to recognize the love.

These sad quotes will help you to go through tough times and bring more tranquility of mind.


Tags: Sad Quotes, Best Quotes, Quotes]]>
Sun, 12 May 2013 14:54:58 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/wGGF0_ZiafM/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=4 Sadness is a part of life that is unavoidable and arises from lost dreams and opportunities. It engulfs people into its pit and right then sad quotes can come to the best rescue. Sad quotes are soul-stirring that strikes a chord when we feel sad. These powerful words express deep truths right from the heart. There are many famous sad quotes that seem to echo our emotions which has been written when that person felt that way and it's always comforting to know that there are others who has also traveled in the same path.

Some of the amazing top sad quotes that I find really comforting when depressed and you might find them soothing too are:
'Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.' This quote is by Javan. It jerks and brings me to reality and makes me think logical.

'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy' by Psalms reminds me not to lose hope and one drop of tear draws a person one step more closer to happiness.
'Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears' by Marcus Aurelius and 'Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong' by Winston Churchill are two favorite quotes I like a lot as it talks about being strong and not feel the pain. It's really inspiring when I feel hurt or isolated.

Another cool sad quote that I often recall when I feel sad is, 'Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable'. It reminds me that experiences only make one more practical in life.

Then there are some other really great sad quotes like,
'Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been' by John Greenleaf Whittier
'Let your tears come. Let them water your soul' by Eileen Mayhew

'Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation' by Kahlil Gibran
And finally the most heart touching one that I often secure it deep in my heart is the quote, 'The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you' by Unknown Author which reminds me to realize the love of the ones who love me before it's too late and not go through the pain of losing a loved one by taking too long to recognize the love.

These sad quotes will help you to go through tough times and bring more tranquility of mind.


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Article: Top 5 Sad Movies Titanic

TitanicTitanic (1997) is probably the most well-known movie on this top 5. The movie itself takes place on the first trip of the ship “Titanic”.
 
The movie starts in 1996, where a team of divers tries to find the sunken ship. They are searching for a previous diamond. The divers find the ship, but they do not find the diamond that they were looking for in the first place.
 
We hear the story about Rose Dewitt Bukater. She was only 17 years old when Titanic sat sails from Southampton in England. Titanic was supposed to travel to New York. She is traveling along with her mother and her fiancé. At the first night at the ship, Rose tries to commit suicide by jumping in the water. It does not work out because she is stopped by a man named Jack.
Jack and Rose falls in love with each other, which causes a lot of problems due to the fact that Rose has already promised to marry someone else. Jack and Rose come from different parts of society and this also causes them a lot of problems.

What happens next is that Titanic hits and iceberg, which in the end, causes the ship to sink.

Titanic is a lot about love and happiness, but we also see the darker side of these. We see anger, desperations and other dark emotions. The desperation is mostly clear between Jack and Rose, due to the fact the she is already engaged when they meet and fall in love with each other.

 

Boys Don’t Cry

Boys don't cry“Boys don’t cry” (1999) is about a based on the true story of the life of Brandon Teena. The movie tells us the story about a woman, who chooses to live her life as a man. Throughout her life, she suffers from her choice because of the consequences of her actions. Brandon moves away from Nebraska and into a new community. In her new town, the other people are not seeing person of transgender as human beings. Through the movie, Brandon ends up with a reputation of being a ladies’ man. Later in the story, Brandon ends up in prison. In prison, he develops to be a very, angry young man whose anger turns into actions after some time.
 
“Boys don’t cry” is a movie which is full of emotions. Through the movie, we get to feel all of the emotions that Brandon feels. We can feel the anger, pain and suffering he is going through. The whole community around his new neighborhood shows what conditions some of us have to live with. It is not easy to be different from the “normal” and in this movie; we get to see the life of a human in another perspective than we are used to. All these emotions in this film reminds, at least some of us, that we should be glad about what we have, because there will always be a lot of people, who has it a lot worse than we do. 

 

The Perfect Storm

At this point, we have now made it to the highest ranked on this list.
 
The number one on this list is the movie “The Perfect Storm” (2000) directed by Wolfgang Petersen and Allen Payne. The movie is in many ways a lot like the other movies, but it has its differences, which is why it has made it to number one.
 
The Perfect Storm is about a group of fishermen from Gloucester, who leaves everything behind and is chasing their road to happiness and wealth and the ocean. In October 1991, the ship “Andrea Gail”, with fishermen, sets sail. After some time, they get their weather report which tells them that there is a storm coming their way, which can cause a perfect storm.
 
Due to the fact that the Hurricane “Grace” is behind them, they decide to continue with their fishing. At the ocean, the fishermen faces a lot of problems like weather, they relationship which each other and other disasters.
 
When everything is good and there are catching a lot of fish, their ice machine breaks down and they needs to make a big decision. They can now choose between letting the fish root or try to make it through the hurricane. The desperate fishermen decide to make their way through the huge hurricane. Soon, they find themselves in the middle of the biggest storm in ages.
 
The Perfect Storm is definitely a sad movie. As in the previous movies, we get to feel a lot of emotions. In this movie, I felt mostly sadness and desperation towards the fishermen. The ending of the movie was priceless in my opinion and that is one of the places where “The Perfect Storm” is different from the other movie that I has mentioned.

 

Philadelphia

PhiladelphiaPhiladelphia (1993) is an American movie. With Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington as the stars of the movie, Philadelphia is about a young man who suffers from AIDS and the need to hide the real him.
 
Andrew Beckett is homosexual and is working in one of the largest companies in Philadelphia. He is not open about his homosexuality, or the fact that he has got AIDS, on his work and do to the fact that he has got no one to turn to, this costs him a lot of pain and suffering.
 
One day, he is assigned to one of the company’s most important cases. During the case, a worker notices something odd on Andrew. Embarrassed, he stays home to cover the lesion on his forehead. At home, he tries to finish the case and then deliver it to the office, but it gets worse and he is rushed to the hospital to make sure that he is not dying.
 
Andrew’s life gets a lot worse and he even gets fired from his job. Andrew prosecutes his previous contractor and the case goes to court. As the case goes to court, Andrew faces some new problem; his previous contractor tells the court, that Andrew has been hiding his condition for them and therefore, it was okay to them to fire him. During the testimony, Andrew collapses. His lawyer and family visit him there. After the family has gone, Andrew tells that he is ready to die.
 
At the end of the movie, we see Andrew’s funeral where there is a lot of mourners.
 
As seen in the movie, Philadelphia is about trying to overcome your problems to stay above water. In this movie, it is one man against all the others and we get to see how sickness can break you down in so many ways. Philadelphia is a frustrating movie in many ways, because it is even hard, as a viewer, to imagine all the problems that Andrew was going through and it is even harder to put ourselves in his place.

 

 

We Were Soldier

We were soldier“We were soldier” (2002) is directed by Randall Wallace. The movie is about the major battle of the Vietnam War and we see it through the eyes of the American units in Vietnam.
The film itself is based on the book “We were soldiers once… and young” by Hal Moore, who participated in the war himself.
The United States has entered the Vietnamese war. At this point, Hal Moore is a dedicated and committed young man and he is training the troops that are under his command.
After arriving in Vietnamese area, Hal finds out that an American base has been attacked and several of their soldiers have been killed. After this information, he needs to move his men and eliminate their enemy. At the time of their moving, Hal has not got any idea of the number of the Vietnamese troopers in the area at this point.

Later in the film, the group of soldiers is lured into an ambush by a Vietnamese. With no options left, Hal decides to call on his radio and tell the other Americans that they have been lured into an ambush and cannot defend themselves. They will now stay alive much longer so he orders all the available aircraft to attack their Vietnamese enemy to kill or chase them away from Hal and his soldiers. The aircraft bombs and uses machine guns at the enemy. After the attacking, the Vietnamese troopers repel and the surviving Americans are rescued.

In the end, the Vietnamese plans a big counter attack and you must see the movie yourself to see the outcome.
 
This movie has made it to this list, because it shows us the horrific actions of war. Throughout the movie, we can almost feel the pain that the soldiers feel during the movie and we see what war really is about. We can feel the love that the soldiers feel for their country while they are willing to sacrifice their lives to make a difference in Vietnam. The movie proves that you may need to sacrifice something important to you, if you want to make a difference for the next generations.


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TitanicTitanic (1997) is probably the most well-known movie on this top 5. The movie itself takes place on the first trip of the ship “Titanic”.
 
The movie starts in 1996, where a team of divers tries to find the sunken ship. They are searching for a previous diamond. The divers find the ship, but they do not find the diamond that they were looking for in the first place.
 
We hear the story about Rose Dewitt Bukater. She was only 17 years old when Titanic sat sails from Southampton in England. Titanic was supposed to travel to New York. She is traveling along with her mother and her fiancé. At the first night at the ship, Rose tries to commit suicide by jumping in the water. It does not work out because she is stopped by a man named Jack.
Jack and Rose falls in love with each other, which causes a lot of problems due to the fact that Rose has already promised to marry someone else. Jack and Rose come from different parts of society and this also causes them a lot of problems.

What happens next is that Titanic hits and iceberg, which in the end, causes the ship to sink.

Titanic is a lot about love and happiness, but we also see the darker side of these. We see anger, desperations and other dark emotions. The desperation is mostly clear between Jack and Rose, due to the fact the she is already engaged when they meet and fall in love with each other.

 

Boys Don’t Cry

Boys don't cry“Boys don’t cry” (1999) is about a based on the true story of the life of Brandon Teena. The movie tells us the story about a woman, who chooses to live her life as a man. Throughout her life, she suffers from her choice because of the consequences of her actions. Brandon moves away from Nebraska and into a new community. In her new town, the other people are not seeing person of transgender as human beings. Through the movie, Brandon ends up with a reputation of being a ladies’ man. Later in the story, Brandon ends up in prison. In prison, he develops to be a very, angry young man whose anger turns into actions after some time.
 
“Boys don’t cry” is a movie which is full of emotions. Through the movie, we get to feel all of the emotions that Brandon feels. We can feel the anger, pain and suffering he is going through. The whole community around his new neighborhood shows what conditions some of us have to live with. It is not easy to be different from the “normal” and in this movie; we get to see the life of a human in another perspective than we are used to. All these emotions in this film reminds, at least some of us, that we should be glad about what we have, because there will always be a lot of people, who has it a lot worse than we do. 

 

The Perfect Storm

At this point, we have now made it to the highest ranked on this list.
 
The number one on this list is the movie “The Perfect Storm” (2000) directed by Wolfgang Petersen and Allen Payne. The movie is in many ways a lot like the other movies, but it has its differences, which is why it has made it to number one.
 
The Perfect Storm is about a group of fishermen from Gloucester, who leaves everything behind and is chasing their road to happiness and wealth and the ocean. In October 1991, the ship “Andrea Gail”, with fishermen, sets sail. After some time, they get their weather report which tells them that there is a storm coming their way, which can cause a perfect storm.
 
Due to the fact that the Hurricane “Grace” is behind them, they decide to continue with their fishing. At the ocean, the fishermen faces a lot of problems like weather, they relationship which each other and other disasters.
 
When everything is good and there are catching a lot of fish, their ice machine breaks down and they needs to make a big decision. They can now choose between letting the fish root or try to make it through the hurricane. The desperate fishermen decide to make their way through the huge hurricane. Soon, they find themselves in the middle of the biggest storm in ages.
 
The Perfect Storm is definitely a sad movie. As in the previous movies, we get to feel a lot of emotions. In this movie, I felt mostly sadness and desperation towards the fishermen. The ending of the movie was priceless in my opinion and that is one of the places where “The Perfect Storm” is different from the other movie that I has mentioned.

 

Philadelphia

PhiladelphiaPhiladelphia (1993) is an American movie. With Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington as the stars of the movie, Philadelphia is about a young man who suffers from AIDS and the need to hide the real him.
 
Andrew Beckett is homosexual and is working in one of the largest companies in Philadelphia. He is not open about his homosexuality, or the fact that he has got AIDS, on his work and do to the fact that he has got no one to turn to, this costs him a lot of pain and suffering.
 
One day, he is assigned to one of the company’s most important cases. During the case, a worker notices something odd on Andrew. Embarrassed, he stays home to cover the lesion on his forehead. At home, he tries to finish the case and then deliver it to the office, but it gets worse and he is rushed to the hospital to make sure that he is not dying.
 
Andrew’s life gets a lot worse and he even gets fired from his job. Andrew prosecutes his previous contractor and the case goes to court. As the case goes to court, Andrew faces some new problem; his previous contractor tells the court, that Andrew has been hiding his condition for them and therefore, it was okay to them to fire him. During the testimony, Andrew collapses. His lawyer and family visit him there. After the family has gone, Andrew tells that he is ready to die.
 
At the end of the movie, we see Andrew’s funeral where there is a lot of mourners.
 
As seen in the movie, Philadelphia is about trying to overcome your problems to stay above water. In this movie, it is one man against all the others and we get to see how sickness can break you down in so many ways. Philadelphia is a frustrating movie in many ways, because it is even hard, as a viewer, to imagine all the problems that Andrew was going through and it is even harder to put ourselves in his place.

 

 

We Were Soldier

We were soldier“We were soldier” (2002) is directed by Randall Wallace. The movie is about the major battle of the Vietnam War and we see it through the eyes of the American units in Vietnam.
The film itself is based on the book “We were soldiers once… and young” by Hal Moore, who participated in the war himself.
The United States has entered the Vietnamese war. At this point, Hal Moore is a dedicated and committed young man and he is training the troops that are under his command.
After arriving in Vietnamese area, Hal finds out that an American base has been attacked and several of their soldiers have been killed. After this information, he needs to move his men and eliminate their enemy. At the time of their moving, Hal has not got any idea of the number of the Vietnamese troopers in the area at this point.

Later in the film, the group of soldiers is lured into an ambush by a Vietnamese. With no options left, Hal decides to call on his radio and tell the other Americans that they have been lured into an ambush and cannot defend themselves. They will now stay alive much longer so he orders all the available aircraft to attack their Vietnamese enemy to kill or chase them away from Hal and his soldiers. The aircraft bombs and uses machine guns at the enemy. After the attacking, the Vietnamese troopers repel and the surviving Americans are rescued.

In the end, the Vietnamese plans a big counter attack and you must see the movie yourself to see the outcome.
 
This movie has made it to this list, because it shows us the horrific actions of war. Throughout the movie, we can almost feel the pain that the soldiers feel during the movie and we see what war really is about. We can feel the love that the soldiers feel for their country while they are willing to sacrifice their lives to make a difference in Vietnam. The movie proves that you may need to sacrifice something important to you, if you want to make a difference for the next generations.


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Article: Why I Love Sad Songs It is said and believed that music is food for the soul. This is best shown in how we relate to different types of music depending on our mood and our feelings. Our state of mind and state of emotions decide our mood and our choice of music in turn is driven by the mood we are in. I love sad songs because they act as my best friend when I’m feeling sad and low.

With my collection of sad songs, I do not need someone to talk to because these songs become a mirror to my emotions. The lyrics in sad songs when I hear them, it feels like they have been written for me and I can sink deeper into my lonely, sad emotion. Sad songs have a marvelous effect on us. When we are broken and hurt due to whatever reason, sad songs give us an outlet to be on our own and talk to ourselves. It is not however necessary that one should like sad songs only when they are sad; it is but human to be happy yet listen to a sad song. This is only an indication that we are still human and our feelings have not become numb in this fast paced life; our emotions are still alive. If we are feeling ‘OK’ and suddenly a sad song brings tears to our eyes it is only for us to remember that nothing lasts forever. There is always an end to every beginning and happiness is always followed by sadness, so we should keep our doors open for sadness as well. Pain and misery never knocks before coming neither does an opportunity so we should always be prepared for good and bad times alike.

I may laugh in public, I may fake a smile only not to let anyone else know what I’m going through inside. I love sad songs because they bring out my real emotions and make me weep out my sorrows; my grievances, regrets and tragedies. They remind me of my loved ones that I have lost due to one reason or the other and the emptiness I feel without them. Listening to sad songs not only gives me remembrance of bitter sweet memories but they touch the chords of my heart. At this point I wish to lock myself away from the world because it is this world that has caused me all the pain and grief. Had I not lived I wouldn’t have suffered. So you can see what multiple effects music can have on you.

Sad songs also are a way to melt the toughest of persons and the harshest of emotions.  When we are angry at someone we are rather angry with ourselves; we may shout and yell at them but inside we are shaking. And sad songs have the quality to wash away that harshness in us. Whenever I have had a bad day at work and an argument with a customer or a co-worker; I listen to sad songs on my way back home to soothe and calm my nerves and most of all for the reason so that I may cry and wash out my anger.


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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 04:14:47 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/12Us4N4Khd4/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=1 It is said and believed that music is food for the soul. This is best shown in how we relate to different types of music depending on our mood and our feelings. Our state of mind and state of emotions decide our mood and our choice of music in turn is driven by the mood we are in. I love sad songs because they act as my best friend when I’m feeling sad and low.

With my collection of sad songs, I do not need someone to talk to because these songs become a mirror to my emotions. The lyrics in sad songs when I hear them, it feels like they have been written for me and I can sink deeper into my lonely, sad emotion. Sad songs have a marvelous effect on us. When we are broken and hurt due to whatever reason, sad songs give us an outlet to be on our own and talk to ourselves. It is not however necessary that one should like sad songs only when they are sad; it is but human to be happy yet listen to a sad song. This is only an indication that we are still human and our feelings have not become numb in this fast paced life; our emotions are still alive. If we are feeling ‘OK’ and suddenly a sad song brings tears to our eyes it is only for us to remember that nothing lasts forever. There is always an end to every beginning and happiness is always followed by sadness, so we should keep our doors open for sadness as well. Pain and misery never knocks before coming neither does an opportunity so we should always be prepared for good and bad times alike.

I may laugh in public, I may fake a smile only not to let anyone else know what I’m going through inside. I love sad songs because they bring out my real emotions and make me weep out my sorrows; my grievances, regrets and tragedies. They remind me of my loved ones that I have lost due to one reason or the other and the emptiness I feel without them. Listening to sad songs not only gives me remembrance of bitter sweet memories but they touch the chords of my heart. At this point I wish to lock myself away from the world because it is this world that has caused me all the pain and grief. Had I not lived I wouldn’t have suffered. So you can see what multiple effects music can have on you.

Sad songs also are a way to melt the toughest of persons and the harshest of emotions.  When we are angry at someone we are rather angry with ourselves; we may shout and yell at them but inside we are shaking. And sad songs have the quality to wash away that harshness in us. Whenever I have had a bad day at work and an argument with a customer or a co-worker; I listen to sad songs on my way back home to soothe and calm my nerves and most of all for the reason so that I may cry and wash out my anger.


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Article: How to Write a Sad Story Writing a sad story is truly a great art in itself; an art to bring tears into someone’s eyes by your words and not many writers have successfully achieved the reward of doing so. Greatest sad stories that have ever been produced are the ones that are written by the writer’s heart. I will be sharing with you what I believe are the essentials to write a sad story.

As I just said a story can only have enough sadness and pain in it if the writer is writing with all their heart. When writing a sad story one should bring themselves to feel any sort of agony and sadness they have ever felt in life. It could be out of loss of a loved one, being parted from a loved one or a best friend, leaving school or leaving childhood town, a loss in the business, loss of a dear pet and so on. It can be an endless list of reasons that ever made you sad. The more closely one relates to painful moments in their life the sadder their story will be.  Example of this is that most of the sad stories are experience from people’s lives; their sufferings in times of hunger, prison or being abandoned.

A sad story should be simple and easily understandable to the readers and the character sketches for each character should be well built so that the reader builds a link with them. By making the story understandable it means that one should employ a descriptive writing style that paints clear pictures of scenes and characters so that the readers can actually visualize them in their minds. Remember that your words should have a powerful impact like it does in sad movies. The characters as you line them up in your story should be done in such a way that audience should ‘feel’ for the characters; only then will your story be touching enough to make them cry. Make your characters more human than superficial and heroic.

A big No-No for Happy Endings! Yes, a sad story is sad because it does not end happily ever after so bear this simple rule in mind. Your story should leave a yearning and a vacuum only then the audiences feel sympathetic towards the characters involved and cry on their ill-fate and misfortune. The sudden death or a similar twist in the story goes a long way in guaranteeing the success of a sad story but this works best only if the characters are well developed and the audiences are kept intact throughout. Their interest should be maintained at every level; if they lose interest then the story will not have the desired effect.

So, what are you waiting for? Pick up your pen; take your imagination to all the points in life when you got sad and felt pain and you will find yourself creating a great sad story that will have the ability to move its readers.


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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 03:29:00 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/O77CI5961ks/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=2 Writing a sad story is truly a great art in itself; an art to bring tears into someone’s eyes by your words and not many writers have successfully achieved the reward of doing so. Greatest sad stories that have ever been produced are the ones that are written by the writer’s heart. I will be sharing with you what I believe are the essentials to write a sad story.

As I just said a story can only have enough sadness and pain in it if the writer is writing with all their heart. When writing a sad story one should bring themselves to feel any sort of agony and sadness they have ever felt in life. It could be out of loss of a loved one, being parted from a loved one or a best friend, leaving school or leaving childhood town, a loss in the business, loss of a dear pet and so on. It can be an endless list of reasons that ever made you sad. The more closely one relates to painful moments in their life the sadder their story will be.  Example of this is that most of the sad stories are experience from people’s lives; their sufferings in times of hunger, prison or being abandoned.

A sad story should be simple and easily understandable to the readers and the character sketches for each character should be well built so that the reader builds a link with them. By making the story understandable it means that one should employ a descriptive writing style that paints clear pictures of scenes and characters so that the readers can actually visualize them in their minds. Remember that your words should have a powerful impact like it does in sad movies. The characters as you line them up in your story should be done in such a way that audience should ‘feel’ for the characters; only then will your story be touching enough to make them cry. Make your characters more human than superficial and heroic.

A big No-No for Happy Endings! Yes, a sad story is sad because it does not end happily ever after so bear this simple rule in mind. Your story should leave a yearning and a vacuum only then the audiences feel sympathetic towards the characters involved and cry on their ill-fate and misfortune. The sudden death or a similar twist in the story goes a long way in guaranteeing the success of a sad story but this works best only if the characters are well developed and the audiences are kept intact throughout. Their interest should be maintained at every level; if they lose interest then the story will not have the desired effect.

So, what are you waiting for? Pick up your pen; take your imagination to all the points in life when you got sad and felt pain and you will find yourself creating a great sad story that will have the ability to move its readers.


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