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How to be happy in life?
By: Vignesh Shenoy
Tags: Life, Happiness, Life Lessons, Sadness

This year has been probably one of the most depressing due to covid-19 pandemic. Lock Downs, loss of jobs and financial crisis makes it worse.

Mental health has been prominent topics in recent years and growing due to more and more suicidal cases and how better way to attack depression by trying to be happier.

Happiness is not easy especially for those who are in constantly rat race and trying to climb the social ladder by promotions and incentives. There is no time to just stop for a moment and enjoy life and be happy.

People who suffer from depression may even struggle to understand that they suffer from depression that’s why it’s important to treat everyone with kindness and empathy.

Clinical Depression is best treated by consulting a psychiatrist or therapist but someone who has mild depression should try to talk to his family, relatives and friends more often. Find a new hobby so he can practice it every day with certain goals that will help him with certain achievements for himself. Try to not worry about being inferior to anyone else just by not comparing himself with anyone else. Try to exercise every day as exercise is scientifically proven to help with depression.

There was research at Harvard which began during the 1930s and is still going on. They had picked 700 men to see how their happiness changes in the course of their life span. In the early 20s, most of the participants defined happiness based on money, fame and success but as life moved on the researchers found out that the people who had good and healthy relationships with their family lived healthily and lived longer than those who had a feud in their relationship and lived a lonely life even with having family and friends.

This research shows that happiness is correlated with having a healthy lifestyle and relationship and less with money and fame.

But no one denies that money is important to live at least a normal life or life will go in misery.

One day when I sleeping on my couch a sudden flash of thought made me find out about happiness and went straight to YouTube to find out more about happiness and I came across a ted talk of a guy named Sam who had a rare disease called Progeria also known as Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria that had infected the only handful of people in the world, it’s a progressive genetic disorder that causes to age rapidly.

His philosophy of how to be happy in life may change your thought process and maybe change your life entirely.

Don’t think about what you can’t but think of what you can

Don’t waste time thinking about the past but focus on the future.

Try to make quality relationships.

But sadly he passed one month after this ted talks leaving behind his dream of changing the world at least his ted talks could change people’s lives.

Happiness is possible but struggles and sadness is also required to grow and learn, more struggles you overcome the more satisfaction you get that you can achieve something which can eventually lead to more happiness
RATHER THAN FEELING EMPTY
Tags: Poem, Emptiness, Poetry Writing, Poetry, Sadness

RATHER THAN FEELING EMPTY

have you ever feel hollow?

it feels like you sit on an empty chair, facing the wall, waiting for someone to give you a tap on your shoulder.

at that time,

you did not feel anything at all.

at that time,

you once longed to feel something.

at that time,

you no longer knew how and what it feels like to feel something.

you are not sad,

nor lonely —

endless hiss of demons beneath the heavy untold thoughts,

chaotic silence within the dim blackness,

only darkness understands.

— darkness is merely the absence of light.

emptiness darken your soul.

sadness makes you feel human.

a peculiar thing, isn’t it? of how sadness makes you feel alive.

at the very least, the intensity of the emotions from being sad reminds yourself of the ability to feel something.

and the only way you could feel miserable now, is because you have felt something really good before.

oh my my,

the art of your beautiful sadness.

if sadness is a path, i hope yours is filled with flowers.

sadness is not your enemy,

emptiness is.

🌹
O Natal chegou mas não pra todos.
Tags: Pandemic, Textos, Natal, Sadness

in The New York Times
I’m Addicted to Sad Songs. “ For the longest time ever… I felt…
By: Alan Zheng
Tags: Shame, Social Stigma, Reflections, Sadness, Sad Songs

Even though it may not be voiced in today’s society, throughout my teenage years, as a male, I felt there’s a negative social stigma associated with listening to sad songs.

A male would be seen as weak, overly emotional and maybe even depressed; none of which are good quality traits to have.

> I no longer feel this way today.

As I became more comfortable with myself and started sharing my sad playlist with others, it no longer bothers me that other people knows that I listen to sad songs. I realized this was all just a deep rooted insecurity of mine… scared of being judged and caring so much about what others think.

If you’re feeling the same way, I implore you take a risk and share your sad playlist with someone today :) You’ll come realize it’s not so bad after all.

Here’s my playlist (if you like sad songs, give it a follow 😄)
If the sound that I hear is a rending heart
Tags: Poem, Love, Sadness

If the sound that I hear is a rending heart

A night like this could use some rain

As you hide the road we must not take

To the love we must not claim

The sad violin agrees with this

No hearts must walk this way
When I Do Mock
Tags: Poem, Sad, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

When I do mock the blackness of the night

With my despair — outweep the very dews

And wash my wan cheeks stark of all delight,

Denying every counsel of dear use

In mine embittered state; with infinite

Perversity, mine eyes drink in no sight

Of pleasance that nor moon nor stars refuse

In silver largess and gold twinklings bright; —

I question me what mannered brain is mine

That it doth trick me of the very food

It panteth for — the very meat and wine

That yet should plump my starved soul with good

And comfortable plethora of ease,

That I might drowse away such rhymes as these.
THE MORE I GROW UP THE LEAST CLEAR MY MEMORIES BECOME.
By: Veronica Bonato
Tags: Dads, Melancholy, Birthday, Fatherhood, Sadness

THE MORE I GROW UP THE LEAST CLEAR MY MEMORIES BECOME. I STRUGGLE REMEMBERING THE WAY YOU USED TO TALK TO ME, TO LOOK AT ME AND SMIRKING CALLED ME LITTLE DARLING; SOMETIMES, WHEN TIME PASSES BY AND, I’M NOT ABLE TO SEE YOU FOR A LONG TIME, I HAVE DIFFICULTY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE LINES OF YOUR FACE, THEY ALL GET MIXED IN MY MIND CREATING CONFUSING IMAGES.

SOMETIMES I CAN SEE YOU THERE: YOUNG WITH YOUR SMILING DEEP BLUE EYES, OTHERS YOU ARE JUST STANDING THERE WITH YOUR GRIZZLED BEARD.

Sometimes you are really lean and you worry me, others you are chubby and with those big scarlet cheeks you smile to me.

You smelled like cigarettes and menthol, it kinda was a rassuring scent for me. Now, most of the time you stink of alcohol and taste like fatigue. The kind of fatigue whose stopped fighting long ago, whose’ thrown away all the hope. I don’t like your smell now, it destabilizes me. In my memory that’s not your scent. And just like that, like a puppy that is no more able to recognize the smell of its own father, I disown you. I push you away. I try, every day harder to forget you. But how is it possible to cancel your own father? I cancel you every day. And every night then you return, like a daily reminder, a recurring nightmare. When at night I snuggle under my sheets and I quietly cry, I wait for you to hold me. I wait for you to claim your role of father. It makes me soffer the disappointment I feel every day when I realize that you won’t arrive. That nothing will change. It hurts to not wake up from this nightmare once again. I promise myself that I won’t do it again, I won’t be hoping for you to wake up one day and realize the harm you’re doing to me.

Maybe inside me, I already know it’s too late, I’ve already lost faith, maybe.

Today is your birthday and I wished I could be there, celebrating it with you. But with the Dad that smells like cigarettes and menthol, the one who used to hug me and bring me flowers after ballet recital, calling me little darling.
Sad Emotional Shayari, Heartbreak Shayari, Best Heart Touching Shayari
Tags: Sad Shayari, Sad, Nayabalfaaz, Sadness, Sad Shayari In Hindi

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कयामत के दिन सवाल

हो बेवफाओं का

और वह गले लगा कर कहे

खुदा का वास्ता मेरा नाम

मत लेना

“Qayamat ke din Sawal

Ho Bewafa ka,

Aur vo gale laga kar Kahen

Khuda Ka wasta mera naam

mat lena.”

हमेशा के लिए अपने पास

रख लो ना मुझे

कोई पूछे तो कह देना कि किराएदार

है दिल का

“Hamesha ke liye apne pass

Rakh Lo Na Mujhe,

Koi Puche to kah Dena ki Kirayedar

Hai Dil Ka.”

नहीं जानकारी कोई मौसम की

बस इतना जानता हूं कि यादें

तूफान लगती है

“Nahin Jankari Koi Mausam Ki

Bas Itna Jaanta Hu Ki yaden,

tufan Lagti Hai.”

मांगनी है माफी खुद से भी

उसकी वजह से खुद का बहुत

दिल दुखाया है

“Mangni Hai mafi Khud se bhi

uski vajah Se Khud ka bahut,

Dil dukhaya Hai.”

खुदा करे तुम्हारा नसीब

तुम्हारे हुस्न से ज्यादा हसीन हो

“Khuda Kare Tumhara Naseeb,

Tumhare Husn Se Jyada Haseen Ho.”

जो लोग लड़कियों को ऊपर से नीचे

तक घूर कर देखते हैं

अल्लाह उन्हें चांद सी बेटी दे

“Jo log Ladkiyon ko Upar Se niche

Tak ghur kar dekhte hain,

Allah unhe chand si beti de.”

इंतजार है मुझे जिंदगी के

आखिरी पन्नों का

सुना है आखिर में सब ठीक

हो जाता है

“Intezaar hai mujhe zindagi ki

aakhiree pannon ka,

suna hai aakhir mein sab theek

ho jaata hai.”

किसी और का हाथ कैसे

थाम लूं

वह तन्हा मिल गई तो क्या

जवाब दूंगा

“Kisi aur ka hath kaise

thaam loon,

vah tanha mil gayi to kya

jawab dunga.”

मिलने की उम्मीद नहीं है

लेकिन कैसे कह दूं कि

इंतजार नहीं है

“Milne ki umeed nahi hai

lekin kaise keh doon ki,

intezaar nahi hai.”

हल्दी लगाने की उम्र में लोग

चूना लगाने जा रहे हैं

“Haldi lagane ki umar mein log,

choona lagaane ja rahe hain.”
Understanding the concept of Mental health
By: Maida Saoud
Tags: Worries, Mentalhealth, Pakistan, Sadnes, Anxiety

Few years back I was mentally in a dark place where I was unable to understand my own emotions, I hated everyone and blamed everyone for my failures. And even my intimate family wasn’t really happy with my daily frustrated attitude. The issues severed and I was diagnosed with IBS, Fortunately, the physician I visited was wise enough to tell me, Its nothing but STRESS.

For a sound body, Physical and mental health both are of equal importance but sadly in our society the stigma around mental health hasn’t ended yet. So the problem I want to address through this mega project is none other than Mental health stigma.

A boy left on his own struggling with mental health issues -Picture from Dawn newspaper.

Sadly, Individuals facing mental health issues because of stigma and shame prefer to stay in silence and suffer rather than seeking professional help. People have preconceived notions about mental health disorders. Some consider it part of personality or some denote it to supernatural activity, which can be true but not always.

After COVID-19, which resulted in increased stress, fear and panic, a rise in mental health issues have been observed so measures should be taken to address mental health issues in Pakistan.

The statshave unfortunately increased in 2020.

Being a student of Clinical Psychology in University of the Punjab, Lahore. I really want to work on this issue. I discussed this idea with my class fellows, one of the major steps I think I can and want to take is raising awareness among masses. Not only to accept this issue but to understand that without giving it its due importance this disorders rate can double.

Break the stigma.

I was really appreciated when I talked to my friends about it and they agreed to my point of view, honestly I am really happy to see the next generation actually considering its importance. It really boosted my confidence.

Anxiety is not an excuse.

Initially I was worried what if my cause wasn’t considered big enough to be dealt? What if my peers considered mental health as something less important than other issues like hunger and poverty?

But you know sometimes the problem isn’t the circumstances, but how you see the circumstances?

As Mohammad Ali said,
There is a Power in Sadness
Tags: Self-awareness, Motivation, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

Photo by Galyna Greiss on Unsplash

There is a power in sadness

It never leaves you

it stays with you

hiding between deep layers

of your subconscious.

While you flirt with happiness

sadness waits for you.

It waits until your love affair

with happiness dies

its natural death

and your adventure seeking impulse

goes back to finding solace

in the lap of sadness.

It’s comforting to hang out

with sadness

it makes you

understand yourself better

so you can pick yourself back up

and get your energy back

for your next adventure

with another happiness.

But the sadness gets sad

and lets you leave

and then awaits for you

to come back again.

Perpetual bliss is a myth

and the definition of perpetual bliss

is distorted to make it

all about happiness.

Perpetual bliss is the dance

you do between

finding yourself with sadness

and letting go of yourself with happiness.

Embrace your sad part too

after all there is a power in sadness.
Life Lessons 2020
By: Nusaira Hassan
Tags: Life, 2020, Life Lessons, Jobs, Sadness

While browsing through Medium today, I came across articles that look back onto the monstrosity of a year that was 2020. Facebook is brimming with the trending post of 2020 achievements. For me, on a personal level, 2020 has been a year of many firsts. I started on my first full-time job. While I did have part-time jobs and earned on the side previously, this has been the first time I actually spent hours slaving away in front of the screen trying to earn my way in this world. But the year has been full of revelations.

Me surviving 2020 (colourized)

2020 has been mostly black-and-white. A never-ending tunnel of melancholy, echoing with the ghosts of my past mistakes. Mistakers that would go onto define me and my very existence. So, here is me painting a not-so-pretty picture of my takeaways from this virus-infested year.
Tornado
By: Zeynep Dilan
Tags: Poem, Art, Poetry, Lyrics, Sadness

I’m emotional.

Glass is sinking in my soul

Because words hurt like a poison dagger.

I will be fine.

I will turn from dust to wind.

I’ll turn into a tornado from the wind.

I’ll take the bad and throw it away.

Then I will find a good place and rest.

I will rest.

I will be fine.
what happened to being sad?
By: Zainab Uddin
Tags: Sad, Feeli, Depression, Emotion, Sadness

Sadness no longer exists. No one is sad anymore everyone is ‘depressed’. Sad was trumped by a permanent state of ugly. like being sad is being lucky, like sad is happy and happy is a fantasy, a object a thing, a person — everything but a feeling.

feelings were banished long ago, because a feeling, after a little while disappears and in this world we created we wanted everything to stay, whether that was our youthful appearance to the people we have around us — we need everyone and everything to be the same, to stay, and as a result we lost touch of ourselves and our worth because we placed our value on how others value us, we gave people control over our emotions, our feelings, our body and our minds.

With no power or control left and with the inevitable feeling of sadness we manifested a much darker and greater shadow of depression. We learnt how to be depressed, depression isn't caught it is learnt, its how we sit, eat, look, walk, think, talk.

when sadness becomes depression the days get hours longer. Every moment is dread and misery everything new is anxiety, people you love are a burden and everything is numb but at the same time a worry, a defect, there is a problem and its eats at you, your mind turns against you, it hates you, it kills you — depression is a slow death we created because sad wasn't bad enough, because sad wasn’t guilty enough, because sad meant here was hope and we convinced ourselves we didn’t deserve hope. That hope was pain and pain was just covered up in the ‘hope’ to keep everything same and the ones around us sane.

but truth is no one is sane. so take your chance and live for yourself, take control back, give yourself hope and know you may not be able to unlearn everything you know but you can sure as hell use it to your advantage.
Depression
Tags: Poem, Description, Depression, Imagery, Sadness

Like the creatures at the bottom of the sea,

Crawling on the ground,

Forgotten, Unnoticed, Alone.

No one to help them get up,

No one to help them get through.

Like the slow, sad beat of a song,

A song that deals with real life,

The tears shed at night,

Tears that tell a tale of fear and sadness..

Like a lemon,

Sharp to the tongue, burning your taste buds,

Nothing to wash it away.

The scent of a freshly stopped fire,

The scent of smoke lingering forever.

Like an abandoned puppy in the night,

All alone, no one to give it warmth in the staying cold,

Stuck in the lonely, foreboding darkness,

The memories tattooed into your mind,

The memories that attack at night.

Like the creatures at the bottom of the sea,

Crawling on the ground,

Forgotten, Unnoticed, Alone.

No one to help them get up,

No one to help them get through.
Pain is an Old Friend
By: Nirupam Deria
Tags: Depression, Low Times, Move Forward, Sadness, Pain Is An Old Friend

Pain is an Old Friend

Pain is an Old Friend

He doesn't leave me, even for a moment.

Leaves a scar on my entire being

You only see the smile but not the hurt within.

Everytime I try to move on, he knocks on the door, breaks through it.

Brings all his tricks and traps and wrecks me to bits

Enough I say. I don't want you anymore

He persuades, insists and takes me to his endless store

Of darkness, self doubt, depression and more

"How do I leave you alone!" He says, Only I really care for you

Do you even have any friends? Do they really know you?

I don't know I say. I guess you're right.

At least you're there with me, through the day and the long nights.

------NiR2020
8 Steps to Help with Winter & Pandemic Blues
By: Bernadette Pleasant
Tags: Covid 19, Pandemic, Sadness, Love, Grief

Speaker-Creator of The Emotional Institute-Femme!-400 Years:Unlearning Racism Through the Body, Story Telling and Listening-Grief Work theemotionalinstitute.com
Lacuna
By: Andrew Wilson
Tags: Depression, Blues, Indie, Love, Sadness

This town, these frowns they never change.

This town never changes but the people in it do, They've changed, they aren't the same. They don't smile the same, every smile is a misplaced frown, This. This is why we hate this town.

The street lights shine on you when you feel low and the police vehicles make you feel secure but deep down you are far from that and closer to being insecure.

Analogous to clothing you've changed, the thing about changing is whether it was positive or negative, whether it was beneficial or detrimental.

Questions like these mess with our mental, you have to feel pain to be painless. and the less you pay, the less counterfeit friends. Because when you're no longer an asset they vacate and find their next target.

The more you drink, the closer you get to relapsing. The more unrequited the love is the more tempting the edge is.

The more beautiful she is the more you start overreacting, You don't want to tell her she's beautiful because you think she already knows it, but you want her to hear it from you, you want her to feel the words you utter, you want her to be your best friend and maybe more.

But you know how these rumours spread like butter and then the fights begin to muster, and then you hate this town because—

This town never changes but the people in it do, They've changed, they aren't the same. They don't smile the same, every smile is a misplaced frown, This. This is why we hate this town.

The street lights shine on you when you feel low — and the police vehicles make you feel secure but deep down you know you are far from that and closer to being insecure.

Closer to harming yourself with the Gillette, because the pain is nostalgic; it’s the only feeling they’ve ever shown you, so why give up now? Why stop running.

We’re playing with fire but watching you burn and close each chapter, watching you turn into a monster…. The monster we made.
Death Becomes Star
By: Muthia Huda
Tags: Life, Death, Written Tales, Poetry, Sadness

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

life has dabbled on my heart

got its hands tight and hard

death becomes dream

got its charm on my skin

cursed, o cursed,

many things have occurred

most with storms

few with golds

cursed, o cursed,

tragedy has occurred

anxiety becomes friend

but all it does is invade

life has dabbled on my soul

now where I go to find rose

is a drought to be found

death becomes star

one wished way

for me to win war
You’re my best friend
Tags: Friendship, Émotion, Poetry, Love, Sadness

I never see you but you’ve always been present,

you’re a two faced Gemini but I haven’t met your other half.

We’ve been friends for years but it feels like we’re in a loop.

I’m madly in love with you,and you talk to hot girls on the internet.

We get into our yearly fight in which the outcome leads to me feeling like a guilty, selfish asshole and you’re still angel eyes.

What the fuck?
Alone II
By: Tony Craidon
Tags: Death, Short Read, Home, Sadness, Alone

Alone I sit in a room barren of sentiment. There’s no love left in this house that was once a home. It’s every corner whispers of memories far lovelier than the present. What we had, what brought us all together, has been picked apart, one cosmically microscopic piece at a time. This home we built, and with our passion, adoration, and affection serving as the mortar to our foundation, was once a sanctuary from the chaos all around us. Now it’s just another cookie cutter shell with windows and shingles. I wonder, will the next tenants feel the vacuum of despair, destruction, and destitution? If so, I hope they have more love than I was capable of protecting. This house needs a new remodel. Something with more endurance for the storms that are known to roll through here from time to time. Some new paint for certain.

Promises were made, futures were planned, love was made like cupcakes from scratch. It should then follow promises were bent and broken, futures burned to ash and scattered to the wind, and the memory of making love cannot be guaranteed accurate.

Before I vacate, I’ll leave a note: “The windows, once steamy and offering a warm, safe hovel to anyone looking in from the yard, now cry when it gets cold. Their tears have warped their frames and the glass has sunken to a shallow and fragile state. Consider replacing at once.”

I could just tear it down. Start anew. But these old bones don’t have enough life in them to start again. Better to shove some spackle in the holes of the walls. Holes created in heated passion, negligence, and anger. Just the bare minimum. Cash out and spend the rest of my days a vagabond, exploring roads that don’t exist, destined to cry alone, reflect alone, grow alone, and someday in the not-too-distant future, die alone.
Misunderstood
By: Rose Marie
Tags: Self-awareness, Self Improvement, Poetry Sunday, Poetry, Sadness

Try me one more time

I guess you think you’ve pegged me

The mind hasn’t been so kind

Look into my eyes

Into the depths of my soul

If it remains, is merely pieces and it’s cold

Some might say I’ve died

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried

But it’s God keeping me alive

But why

Cause it’s daily that I cry

Erase them from my eyes

But I’m still dead inside

It’s getting hard to fight

But I try

Hate inside my mind

Got nobody but me

I guess being alive is a crime

How much longer till I’m free

Fake friends that’ll use me

Men that abuse me

Family, I’m sure they’re better off

So sue me

It’s been another night

I’m losing the fight

Let’s start again tomorrow

It’s time for me to get it right
What now? — night
Tags: Poem, Sad, Night, Poetry, Sadness

the light broke through the seems of the curtain

head pounding heart hurting

another day

another lonely season

what now? I keep sinking further and further into this deep dark hole. Thoughts fill my mind while I wipe that fleeting tear away.

I gasp

The sun slowly setting

To go or not to go?

I draw back the curtains, I turn around

face to the wall — what now? What now?
I Feel Like Crap.
By: Ada J. Raven
Tags: Apathy, Depression, Spontaneous, Unedited, Sadness

I Feel Like Crap.

by Terra Roro via Unsplash

I’m going to take a Kerouac-esque approach to this one. In practice rather than execution.

That guy really mastered the art of creating when your mind isn’t totally your own. At least, that’s how I interpret it.

Letting things pour from you, being unafraid of the result. It exists as you do: imperfect, unedited, spontaneously.

In a documentary about the Beatniks, I believe it was Diane di Prima (RIP as of October 2020) who expressed an exchange she had with Kerouac. How he read a poem she’d written and edited, only to tell her she should have left it alone.

Or maybe she hadn’t edited yet and he told her not to.

I can’t remember entirely. But I found it interesting.

I guess it’s the closest you get to giving an unedited version of yourself to your reader.

I’m not sure about all that. But I certainly have days where I want to pour out my thoughts and leave them; not revisit them even to edit.

It’s painful. Reading my own words and reliving the self-hatred that wrote them. I just want it out.

It may not be any good. But it’s better than stewing in it.

So here I am. Trying to do something productive with the deep — if not disturbing — thoughts in my head.

Doing something nice for myself, if you will; to help myself heal.

Tonight, I feel like crap. There’s nothing bad happening in my life right now; nothing unique compared to anyone else.

In fact, most things in my life are good right now. I have family, food, a warm bed, and I’m taking exciting strides toward my future.

Plus, it’s the holiday season. Mostly good vibes all around.

But tonight, I am not content. I’m dissatisfied, uneasy, just off.

Slightly apathetic to the world because 2020 has been a rough year fir everyone. Just one big grey cloud of a year.

Writing has at least helped ease my mind enough for me to sleep now.
Depression
By: Morgan Richter
Tags: Mental Illness, Depression, Panic Attack, Anxiety, Sadness

It’s a powerful, awful, and deadly mental illness. I struggle with it everyday, I’m surprised I’m still here. Everyday has been a struggle, everyday hasn’t been a fight. A fight would be an understatement. Depression is a war, everyday I win a war. Then I go to bed knowing I have to try and win the same war again. The war is never the same though, this war I speak about yeah, it comes in all forms. Everyday it’s a new war, a new thing, a new type of fear and sadness. Depression doesn’t ever seem to end it’s always there when you wake up and when you go to bed.

Anxiety

Then there’s anxiety… the constant fear, worry, and clouds in your world. The worst thing about anxiety is the panic attacks, you never realize what’s going to happen until it’s happening. By the time you realize, your crying, screaming, punching, cutting, and wanting to quit. Anxiety is pushed off as worry, but no one realizes the worry never ends. We worry they’re going to leave, they’re going to forget us. I worry everyday that someone I love will die. I worry everyday that someone I love will just walk away from me. ANXIETY NEVER FUCKING ENDS…
On The Death Of His Father
Tags: Poem, Father And Son, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

I look up and see / his curtains and bed:

I look down and examine / his table and mat.

The things are there / just as before.

But the man they belonged to / is not there.

His spirit suddenly / has taken flight

And left me behind / far away.

To whom shall I look / on whom rely?

My tears flow / in an endless stream.

“Yu, yu” / cry the wandering deer

As they carry fodder / to their young in the wood.

Flap, flap / fly the birds

As they carry their little ones / back to the nest.

I alone / am desolate

Dreading the days / of our long parting:

My grieving heart’s / settled pain

No one else / can understand.

There is a saying / among people

“Sorrow makes us / grow old.”

Alas, alas / for my white hairs!

All too early / they have come!

Long wailing, / long sighing

My thoughts are fixed on my sage parent.

They say the good / live long:

Then why was he / not spared?
Very sad shayari in hindi with images
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बेजुबानो के साथ हमदर्दी रखिए

यह बिना लफ्जों के दुआ देते हैं

“Bezubaan ke sath hamdardi rakhiyein,

Ye Bina Lafzon ke Dua Dete Hain.”

Sad shayari images for love

मोहब्बत झूठी नहीं थी आप से

गवाह है मेरी हर नमाज के

बाद की दुआ

“Mohabbat Jhoothi Nahin Thi aapse

Gawah Hai Meri har namaaz ke,

Baad Ki Dua.”

खुशी देखकर आजमाले खुदा

इन गमों से मैं नहीं मरता

“Khushi Dekh Kar aazmaale Khuda,

In ghamo se Main Nahi manta.”

आप से नाराज होकर कहां जाएंगे

रोएंगे याद करेंगे और फिर

लौट आएंगे

“Aap se naraj hokar kahan Jaenge,

royenge, yaad Karenge aur

Fir Laut aaenge.”

sad shayari in hindi with images

आजा उंगली थाम मेरी

तुझको चलना सिखाऊं

कल सहारा बन जाना मेरा

जब मैं बूढ़ा हो जाऊं

“Aaja ungli Tham Meri

Tujhko Chalna Sikhau,

Kal Sahara Ban Jana Mera

Jab Main Budha Ho jaaun.”

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फिक्र मत करो

जिस रब ने दिल मिलाया है

वह नसीब भी मिला आएगा

“Fikra mat Karo

Jis Rab Ne Dil Milaya Hai,

Woh Naseeb Bhi Milega.”

दिल से बात किया करो

दिल रखने के लिए नहीं

“Dil se baat kiya karo,

Dil rakhne Ke Liye Nahin.”

फूलों की तरह फिर खिलेंगे हम

शायद कभी फिर मिलेंगे हम

“Phoolon Ki Tarah fir khilenge Ham,

Shayad Kabhi fir milenge ham.”

दिल में इस कदर

मोहब्बत है उनके लिए

सोए तो ख्वाब उनके

जागे तो ख्याल उनके

“Dil Mein Is Qadar

Mohabbat Hai unke liye,

Soye to Khwab Un Ke

Jage to Khyal Un ke.”
Sad Memories
By: Skinny Love
Tags: Series, Sadness, Memories

“remember when we were kids… our teachers would make us write those silly letters to our future selves, oh we would write about our lifelong dreams of becoming princesses and doctors, the perfect fantasy romances where the boy doesn’t cheat on you with your sister and how we just had to make it to collage.” She chuckled then paused, the smile fading away from her face. “we were so innocent… what happened to our dreams, our imagination, our fantasies, our big bright futures …” she yelled out with a saddened voice, sniffling as the tears slowly streamed down her flushed cheeks. “Where did our happiness go? Why didn’t I think to write it down, to remind myself of what it felt like, to remind myself to live and not just survive every day… how come I thought that being a god damn freakin doctor was more important than my happiness.” She screamed out, deluded in pure agony. “I just want to be happy again, like the time I wrote those letters, those silly little insignificant letters…that was probably the last time I truly felt happy. I was too young, too naive to think that happiness would last forever, to think it wouldn’t fade with time, all those memories, the emotions I felt, the colorful world I once saw is now faded to grey…. Where do I go from here?” She screamed out gasping for air though tears rushing down her cheeks.. All of the unspoken words, all of the bottled-up emotions came gushing out like a raging river with a single memory, a memory from a time where happiness wasn’t a luxury.

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The Director’s Rip
By: Erika Fischer-Laine
Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Short Poem, Horror, Sadness

Photo by Simon Migaj from Pexels

The film is extended,

With an extra tale to tell,

An extra set lenses,

To cause the main character’s eyes to swell.

Keep the camera’s rolling and pan across,

To see spare damage done,

A sneak peek of the rubble and smashed brick dense in moss,

Obviously crushed under a tightly instructed thumb.

The villagers weep at the destruction,

The missing are out there somewhere in the now scouted grass,

The orders of the plot were conducted,

The pain from the screen will never seem to pass.
Dull
By: A.M. Hickle
Tags: Tears, Depression, Hopelessness, Dull, Sadness

every day, i can’t keep the tears from coming

repression only makes them overflow like a rushing stream.

i feel an emptiness in my soul,

an emptiness where there’s supposed to be a light.

the warmth bubbling inside of me,

fizzled out into a frigid wasteland of nothingness.

my existence is futile,

the only result of my every breath being distress.

i’m incapable of feeling emotions

that don’t break me down until i’m a pile of rubble.

any hopeful emotions i might feel…

are dull.
Suffering,how will it get better
Tags: Self-awareness, Life, Depression, Love, Sadness

Life is hard, well pretty sure we all know that. I think everyone suffers and days on and on stay the same. Everyday is the same. Why? I ask myself why everyday. Why am I still here, alive? Why is earth like this? Why is everything bad? Why do I want to hurt myself? Why do I hate my body? Why isn’t there anyone to talk to?It’s funny that you think there is answers to these questions.

I don’t know if I can get out of this deep hole I dag for myself, you can’t blame everything on yourself. There is many people I can blame for my sadness and suffering but it’s mostly my fault. The fact that I know it’s myself is horrible. I’m the problem. I have goals for myself. Goals lead to happiness? There will be struggle the whole way through, will I be able to get through the struggle.

For being young, I wonder what my future will be like, that’s why I am alive. My future. I can’t wait till i’m fully grown and happy. Will I ever be happy? Everyone says things will get better but will they ever? I don’t believe them. I guess waiting is what life is. What is my purpose? The day I look back on this and seeing how sad and young I was, will be my purpose.

Oh to the house I will have, the house I will build. The house I built in my head is a coffin but reality I want to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate, and if not, i’m fine alone. My perfect home, another reasons of waiting, another reasons of still being alive, maybe.

Maybe.

You can’t just write you 12 reasons to live and there being 13 reasons not to live, your reasons to live will never win. Maybe i’ll have the perfect life, maybe I will end up not making it. But i’m waiting. That’s everything, just waiting. Wait to see my final day alive, wait to see what earth will become. Wait to see me grow and my soulmate. Wait for success, maybe. I’m taking the chance of that maybe and waiting to see what happens, that’s why i’m alive, for myself.
This is your happiness at sake and all you do is wine and cry while you lay awake.
Tags: Thoughts And Feelings, Late Night Thoughts, Inspiration, Sadness

This is your happiness at sake and all you do is wine and cry while you lay awake. Just to. Drive yourself away one day and think; what do I need to be ok.

. This is. not just a one word answer.

. Not just with one simple prayer.

. This has multiple layers and youre the player.

. Look at outside, the weather. No one really knows where it might rain or when it will all go away.

. No one really knows where it might shine . Only knows its at rise, but at the end of it all, its all fine.

. Its not a crime wanting everything right, but thats not what we have in sight, so we open the bottle of wine one more time, with no stride.

. But instead why dont we build ourselves tight and then we might not collide, because this ride has its tides around the world.

. Theres no other twirl like theres no other twice. Everything seems nice but it comes with a price some just dont realize until their eyes come to a red light to stop and shut down like a long night.

. Then and just then we might know what we really want after that long fight but we only have one more sight and you wasted it on your last cry as your sign above a grave that has your name and you think that its lame.

. Some had that fame and they kept that frame until it took away their game and their on last flame and you cant just trade all those memories when you layed in bed wishing you were dead.

. The end.

. But lets switch it up instead and lets take a break from all this wreck that only cause a heck of pain that has us drained, feeling like our heart is sprained.

. Remembering we never trained for this, get up and. build the strength enough for the length of this immense. path that has my veins running down like trains.

. I hurry to trap myself from falling as the night is stalling. I just look up the stars praying for no more wars.

. And to not grow sore because all I want in store is a pure heart that knows how to cure those whom been injured from a life lecture.

. Get the bigger picture.

You pick whats next. Write it big in text. I will be the best and thats the biggest flex and turn it into your project to be a good subject that reflects and builds up to success with one press of a switch.
Why not me?
Tags: Sadness, Relationships, Guilt

Your smile, your voice, the way you pushed your hair out of your face, your carefree soul. Has left me with envy and longing for your heart to be mine. I never thought I would say that. But here I am. With the truth. Would you have stayed if you had known the truth? Or would you have left just like you did? I’m tired, i’m tired of always trying to fight for you, defend you, bend my morals for you. Still yet you choose her? You choose her and you leave me here wondering why you didn’t pick me. Just tell me. Why didn’t you pick me?
Darkness
Tags: Climate Emergency, Poetry, Winter, Solstice, Sadness

Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

These are the darkest days

The days of fear and contagion

The time of illness and isolation

The fewest hours of light

These are the darkest days

The days of polarization

The time of division and hatred

And “talk to the hand”

These are the darkest days

The climate emergency looms

Our habits feel so hard to break

The plastic piles up, everywhere

We breathe deeply and wait, if we can

We breathe again for those who cannot

We hold on for the solstice

And dream of brighter days ahead
The Worst forms of Content on YouTube.
By: Robin Roy
Tags: Easy Money, Videos, YouTube, Technology, Sadness

4. Unboxing videos

People earning money to open boxes which otherwise is too complicated a task for commoners to do.

The success of the unboxing trend makes me laugh a lot. People are earning a lot of money just opening boxes. The reason might be that opening boxes are continuously become more of a complicated task by the day. For example, you got a new computer, but to your horror, it came in a box! Now you get tensed because you don't know how to open the box. So, you go to youtube see its unboxing and take a sigh of relief since they have taught you how to perform the near-impossible task of opening the box.

How much worse can it get? People are opening boxes and showing the product to the camera, which millions of people are watching.

For example, look at this channel below called ‘Unbox therapy.’ This channel has 17.6 Million subscribers as of this day!
Kisses of Death. Death is warm like blood. I want his…
By: Emmaline Arter
Tags: Depression, Self Harm, Death, Love, Sadness

Death is warm like blood. I want his kisses on my neck. I crave his embrace, to warm the chill from life. I want to feel the tingles down my spine as he plays with my hair, and the tickle of his hand tracing my curves. My body will melt to him. Give in to him. My legs shake as he smothers my wrists to the ground. I’m chained there, waiting at his mercy. Take me, I whisper. He tells me to be patient while he bites my ear.

“Are you okay.” Death whispers. His breath warm on my neck.

“No.” Tears dripped from my chin. Caught in his palm.

“I can help.” His wet hand met my cheek, moving my eyes to his. All my pain hit me. All my desire surged towards him. “I want to help you.” I believed him. His hands were gentle. Life’s calloused hands had burnt me, but his made the scar go away.

“How?” My head urged to fall but he held it stiff. His grip became my safety. He kissed me gently on the lips and when the warmth faded my hand was met with the chill of a knife.

“I’ll make you feel again.” His face was inches from mine, “I’ll help you. You just have to trust me.” I gave him what he asked. In an uncertain world he was all I did trust. He was all I wanted. I fell in love with death. With the way he made me feel. His touch. His breath. There was no resisting. I closed the distance between us and fell into him. He braced himself against me. His lips were sweeter than honey as they dripped inside me. My breath quickened and caught in my chest. Death’s hand brushed down my stomach moving purposefully to my thigh. I cried out as pain ignited down the top of my leg. The air became metallic.

“Did you feel again?” death laid on top of me. He looked me in my eyes.

“Yes.” warmth trailed down my face. Tears ripped out of me. “Make me feel again.” He cut into my flesh. I kissed him harder, pulled him to me.
Stuck
By: David Beaty
Tags: Sadness, Poetry, Time, Regret, Plague

Stuck

My mind

Stuck

Happier days

When we were

New

Shiny life

Coins

Stamped with hope

My mind

Stuck

Pain free

Walked miles

No trouble

My mind

Stuck

Before plague

Madness

Struck us

Full face

Open hand

Slap

My mind

Stuck

Happier days

When we were

New.
Dear God, let me be the plot twist
By: Obinna Morton
Tags: Dance, Mental Health, Ballet, Frustration, Sadness

Let’s Take A Look At My Different Intersections

Technique level

They started dance young. I hear people talk nonchalantly about X or Y summer camp, for example, things I didn’t know as much about as a pre-teen or teen. Though I did a summer camp at Alvin Ailey and Atlanta Ballet that I regretted. Still, I wasn’t as serious then as they were. And on top of that, even if I had been, my mom wouldn’t have had the money for things like that.

The reality is though that they’re here as a normal progression, not a get serious “late” and “infiltrate” a space. I’m also not as good as them, though someone said something that made me think I’m better than I think, that I put myself down. So what is it?

Age

I’m the oldest person there. I hear them talking sometimes and saying they’re “old” or when I see someone who is 20, for example, how I wish I was that young still, but that I’m not that age anymore. That I’m yesterday’s news.

And the Artistic Director even said to me that they almost turned me away, but they liked my work ethic. I’m 34 and shouldn’t be in this space as a Trainee. I wonder if this is why I’m tossed to the side like bad apples.

Skin Tone

I feel little sometimes because they’re all light-skinned. I think the black and brown stuff is stupid because as a group, “brown” people are still light-skinned generally. So you’re still light-skinned. They’re still light-skinned.

And I’ll notice when a pink person (white) wears colors that match their tone, or a light-skinned person finds something like a bandaid to match their tone. It fucks with me because this is their “safe space.”

Socio-economic status

This isn’t everyone, but many. I listen and hear status indicators relative to dance education, education, lifestyle, what parents do, family status, et cetera. I won’t say what I hear because that’s weird to share, but I’ll say that I’m low class and they’re high class.

Recovering from injury

I had a surgery last year to be able to dance how I’d like, and hopefully get better to do better at this place. They told me they didn’t think I’d get good enough. And the Artistic Director said I’d be too old too. So it felt like I got the surgery for nothing. Still, I’m doing progressively better, but still recovering.

I don’t get the combinations always. I know this is bad. But I can’t suck so much that I experience these things.
Dream Shaper
By: Rose Marie
Tags: Self Love, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Love, Sadness

I would like to write out your dreams

Letter by letter

Stitch you together

At the seams

Dry your eyes with my words

Wipe the tears from your face

Give your mind what it deserves

Calm down your hearts racing pace

Close the windows to your soul

Your energy, running cold

Ponder what’s beyond the fold

A true story of pain and gain

One that most won’t show

Hell, most don’t even know

Rockabye baby

Clear your heart on this day

I swear you are amazing

But your pain, it’s so draining

Can you…

Rectify your conversation

Apologize for undue pain

Show out to those who doubted

Play the game that ends their games

Until destiny meets preparation

Until we meet again

My you breathe with true purpose

Exhale away from the darkened shame
Paint It Black
By: Ema Dumitru
Tags: Writing, Darkness, Emotions, Poetry, Sadness

Before me

a black canvas.

Why is it so quiet?

The empty

takes a bite

of my body

and pumps it forward.

There’s two of us.

A vacancy shaped

like a real heart.

Once a year

I take it out.

Another coat of thick black paint

Smooth dark waves

to keep it going.

This year I think

I’ll hang it inward.

It will not face me.

It will face blankness.
How Will They See a Poet?
By: Erika Fischer-Laine
Tags: Poet, Hope, Poetry, Lifestyle, Sadness

Photo by Olenka Sergienko from Pexels

Don’t mind me as I place my piles of writing on your table,

And ask to read.

Don’t mind me as I gather up my work,

Hands shaking, eyes persuading themselves it’s not worth it…

To weep.

Don’t mind me as I sit at a desk,

Pour over a page.

Don’t mind me as I erase, scribble and lose my mind over these words that I wrote,

For you,

Hoping that they do not fade with age.

Don’t mind me as I read yet another book or piece,

Sipping yet another cup of tea.

Don’t mind my strange connection and obsession for creativity,

I guess this make-believe so lovingly hand-made may just belong to me.
The Simple Moments
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Blue Insights, Writing, Poetry, Solitude, Sadness

Photo by Suhyeon Choi on Unsplash

The Simple Moments

I like canceling noise with noise,

when it rains I love to listen to my favourite songs.

When everything is quiet I love to hear my thoughts.

That’s my quiet way to find meaning in the simple moments.

That’s my simple way to walk out of sadness.

What shatters us quietly makes us too.

What I am today is because of solitude.
Just wondering…
By: Aline Franco
Tags: Love, Poetry, Sadness

Can I hold on a little longer? Suffer just a little more? Wonder just a little deeper? Because sometimes your answers don’t make sense, as you ask me to wait a little more because soon you’ll be all mine.

Its just that you’ve lived in a cage for so long you need that time to break out. But Im still confused. Confused about your ideas of us and where we end and where do we begin?

And if I’m being honest, its just that I’m a little scared… that maybe time will never be on our side.