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By: Alissa Ishakewitsch
Tags: Depression, Sad, Sadness, Poem, Poetry

i don’t quite feel like it’s actually something bad

i mean, i do feel bad before doing it

although i’m always feeling bad before i do it

i don’t think it’s something genuinely bad

is it?

i mean, i feel like if people knew, they’d try to help me

to make me stop, but the problem is not what i do

but what motivates me

i mean, i only do it when i’m not okay

it’s not a bad thing

that’s why i’ve never told my therapist about it

that’d mean that it is bad, but i know

i know deep down, that it isn’t

am i just trying to convince myself?

i guess not

i really do not feel like it’s something bad

it actually makes me feel better

it’s my little secret :)

today i thought about telling him about what i’m going through

he thinks i’m done with it, but the truth is i’m not

and he told me i could count on him

but he was busy today

and that made me think again:

it’s not a bad thing, although he might think of it like that

so i don’t need to be helped

he cannot talk to me right now

and i might do it again

but i’m not mad at him, or sad, or whatever

it’s just a fact, and it’s not like he has to take care of me

or like i want to, although it seems like he does

i just might do it again tonight

it may suck that i’m feeling like this

but it’s not his fault, or anyone’s

it just happens, not a big deal

and i mean it

it’s not necessarily something bad

that’s why i think i’m not going to tell my therapist again

why would i?

i’m not trying to convince myself.
An open letter to the mom who doesn’t deserve mothers day.
By: Blythe Corrderoi
Tags: Sad, Mothers Day, Abandonment, Abandoned

I was seventeen. Seventeen years old when you decided you’d had enough of me. I couldn’t sign a lease, get a credit card, or even go to the doctor. I was so young when you decided I could make it all on my own. I hadn’t even finished school yet. I didn’t know who I was yet.

As I sit at work, on mothers day, seeing all the happy families with mothers who care, I don’t know whether to feel angry or sad. So I guess I feel both. I remember how close we used to be. You were my best friend. I guess that’s changed. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you not want to love me anymore.

No matter how many times you hurt me, it hurts the same. I see so many people with mothers that love them, and I don’t know why I can’t have that. Remember when you held me after my dad broke my heart the last time? Remember when you promised you’d never let me feel that pain again? You were right. Because my father had hurt me my whole life. It didn’t hurt as bad as the woman I looked up to most in the world abandoning me when I was at my lowest. That was a pain I’d never felt before.

So I’ll wish a happy mothers day to the woman who has been more of a mother to me than you. I’ll wish a happy mothers day to the coworker who opened her home to me when you took yours away. I’ll wish a happy mothers day to my best friend who had held me close as I bawled my eyes out to her about things I wanted to cry to my mother about. I’ll wish a happy mothers day to my manager, who bought me countless meals because I hadn’t eaten in days because I couldn’t afford to.

I’m sorry, mom. I’m sorry I wasn’t more like my sister. I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you give up on me. I’m sorry for not being a great daughter.

I’m sorry you couldn’t love me anymore.
Shocking video reveals a hungry labourer eating dead dog’s caracas as he had no money to buy food
By: Research Mind
Tags: Covid 19, Sad, Human Rights, Life, World

Shocking video reveals a hungry labourer eating dead dog’s caracas as he had no money to buy food Research Mind May 26, 2020·2 min read

Coronavirus has led to unemployment, lack of resources, and deaths, but the worst came in the limelight when a labourer was eating a dead dog’s carcass to appease his hunger.

The incident was recorded by a traveler Pradhuman Singh Naruka, on Rajasthan to Delhi highway. When he was passing by the highway, he saw a dead dog on the highway and a labourer eating the meat of a recently died dog. He asks him, “You don’t have food to eat? What are you eating? You will die!”

The labourer does not listen to him and continues the nibbling meat of the dead dog. Then, he further told him to come on the side of the road, where he gave him a tiffin box to eat food and a bottle of water while wearing the protective mask.

He further asks him about his background and tells him to eat food while he will give him some money. He records the video on the camera and says, “I saw this man-eating an animal that might have died on the road when I was on my way to Delhi. If you see a person on your way, please help them and share this video with the Government as much as you can.”

Later, he shared the video on his social media with the caption, “Humanity became a shame on Delhi-Jaipur National Highway in Shahpura of Rajasthan when a labourer was forced to eat a dead dog due to hunger. No one has understood it as a big thing to help him by stopping his car. Well. I fed him and gave him money. If you ever see someone hungry, please help.”

The video went viral in a short time, and many government officials were tagged. Many Twitter users shared the video and criticised India’s Government for not taking appropriate action to safeguard the migrants.

Currently, the migrants are in a disgusting situation where they are going back to their village on foot for hundreds of km starved. Death of migrants, accidents, and starvation have become an everyday story on social media, and the Government is facing massive backlash.
Painful quotes for girlfriend- Intension
By: Shaweta Arora
Tags: Girlfriend, Sad, Quotes, Love, Shayari

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Surjit Patar is a Punjabi language author and artist of Punjab, India. His sonnets gathered enormous ubiquity with the overall population and have won high recognition from pundits.

Early life of Pattar’s was spent in town Pattar Kalan in Jalandhar region from where he got his surname. He did his graduation from Randhir School, Kapurthala and afterward proceeded to do Graduate degree from Punjabi College, Patiala and afterward a PhD in Writing on “Transformation of Folklore in Guru Nanak Vani” from Master Nanak Dev College, Amritsar. He at that point joined the scholarly calling and resigned as Teacher of Punjabi from Punjab Horticultural College, Ludhiana. His urge to do something different from what others are doing obliged him to began composing verse in mid-sixties. Among his versalite works of verse are “Hawa Vich Likhe Harf” (Words written Noticeable all around), Birkh Arz Kare (In this way Spake the Tree), Hanere Vich Sulagdi Varnmala (Words Seething In obscurity), Lafzaan Di Dargah (Place of worship of Words), Patjhar Di Pazeb (Anklet of Harvest time) and Surzameen (Music Land).

He has converted into Punjabi the three disasters of Federico García Lorca, the play Nagmandala of Girish Karnad,and sonnets of Bertolt Brecht and Pablo Neruda. He has likewise adjusted plays from Jean Giradoux, Euripides and Racine. He has composed tele-contents on Punjabi artists from Sheik Farid to Shiv Kumar Batalvi.

He is the leader of Punjab Expressions Gathering, Chandigarh.before, he has held the workplace of the President, Punjabi Sahit Akademi, Ludhiana. He was granted Padma Shri in 2012.

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By: I Am A Blogger, A Youtuber.
Tags: Sad Status, Sad, Sadness, Sad Status In Hindi, Sad Story

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start of the brainstorm
By: Carissa Bixler
Tags: High School, Discovery, Writing, Sad, Love

I hate telling this story because it makes me feel small. Plus its cliche and boring but here it is. I was barely 16 and I was dating my first boyfriend. After 6 months he texted my friend and asked her to break up with me for him. Yeah, I know, he was gross and immature and the worst but either way he meant a lot to 16 year old me. I had no idea how to deal with heartbreak so I just cried and cried like a dramatic teenager for a week or so. I had a really yucky feeling in my stomach and I didn't know what it was. I started writing little fragments and emo phrases in my notebooks at school. I would add to them and edit them and look at them and doodle on them. On February 22, 2017, I wrote and posted my first poem on an anonymous Instagram account. It was about anger that it felt like waves in an ocean, very artsy and creative, I know. But no matter how cheesy or depressing my writing was, it made me feel like I got rid of those feelings/ helped me make sense of my feelings. I completely fell in love with it. I got to do something that I loved that nobody else had to know about. I used my feelings to power my writing and I let loose writing whatever I wanted. It was my little thing. My little place to be wholly me.
What is better — fake happy or sad?
By: Upasna Bassi
Tags: Sad, Inside Out, Happy, Emotions, Feelings

“Don’t get so emotional, sentiments bring you down.”

“Don’t be sad, be happy. Sadness is a bad choice.”

“You should never be angry, always be happy.”

“Crying is for losers, man-up.”

I bet you have come across these lines at one point in life. But is it bad to be anything but happy all the time? I sincerely believe it is always humanly impossible to always feel happy. I would go on and say it is plain creepy.

We all know what biological evolution fundamentally, to put it simply:

If it is broken, evolve.

Through our journey from being a monkey to a caveman to an urban disaster, emotions have existed & I like to think there is a good reason for it. Other emotions mean sadness, fear, anger & disgust. If you have seen “Inside Out”, you know what I am talking about.

Inside Out characters, from the left — Anger, Disgust, Joy, Fear & Sadness

This movie is a perfect example of how it is critical to be in touch with emotions and feelings, each having an evolutionary purpose to fulfil, and I want to talk about sadness.

When I was younger, I believed that sadness was a bad emotion and if I could stop feeling sad, I would become the best and most stable version of myself. Then one day, when I was little, Papa said something that changed my life —

“Sadness brings people close, while happiness grows them apart.”

It didn’t feel very accurate, at first. I certainly tried to come up with circumstances where it wasn’t true, and I still haven’t been able to. When you are feeling happy, you don’t need people, family or friends. All seems to be under control. And, if something were to go wrong, you feel strong enough to deal with it, because why not. But when it does, sadness grows and strength seems to drain out. Not that you aren’t strong, but crisis sometimes can get the best of you. That is when you suddenly remember the comfort of home, the confidence-boosting conversations with family, the mood-uplifting friends and every other being who helped you through lows in the past.

It takes a certain kind of bravery to realise that vulnerability and closeness don’t bring you down but make you stronger. It is okay to try to mend your paths with the people who support you, it is never too late. Life throws all kinds of predicaments at you; it is always better to keep people close. They might not help you solve your problems, but moral strength is sometimes all you need to work your way of it. Sadness can be a super powerful emotion but let’s not forget, so are all the others. If you don’t let yourself feel that sadness is the destination, you are good to go.

Allow yourself to feel things, let it sink in, work on it, pull yourself back up and most importantly, don’t be hesitant to ask for help.
Real life lessons taught to me in my sickness (by my mother) !
By: Dr. Betina Chandolia
Tags: Lif, Work, Sad, Life Lessons, Health

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Since, the day I got sick, I was more worried about my workplace than myself. Weird? No ! Its natural. I was worried how my work would get complete, how it would be difficult for my team mates to complete work without me. Lying in the hospital bed and thinking about how early I wish I could recover and join my office back was the only thing in my mind.

Days passed and the doctor would tell me that recovery would take time. I was discharged from the hospital but still with the stitches which made me difficult to move. I could barely stand, I always needed a support to get up, my mother would feed me, I could not eat myself. Imagine, after so much of health problems, I could only think of my lagging work.

Slowly, I was becoming so much insecure that people at my work place would forget me. They will find a new person to work in place of me as I was taking longer than usual. I planned to work from home. I discussed it with my mother and what I heard was a good thrashing which I guess I deserved it very much.

Here is what she said...

‘To work you need to stand up on your feet. Do you expect yourself to work lying on bed when you can’t lift a spoon to your mouth? If you are not fit, how do you expect yourself to work? Why don’t you focus on your health and let your body recover to its peak of health. Your work place will go no where but you will be dead if you damn don’t pay attention to yourself.’

..and that was it, she was right. What if I was dead tomorrow, would my work place stop working or shut themselves down just because they have lost an employee. Goddamn, No…and why would they? If I owned an organisation, the organisation would pay condolences and move on. The life moves on. Isn’t it?

No one waits for any one. This is the reality of life. Realise it today. There are so many important people in our lives but the most important one should be you. May be you have someone today to care for you, you might not have it in future. Take care of your health, give time to it not just time, give proper time. There is nothing important than your health whether its physical or mental, health has to be nourished and nurtured.

Don’t forget that the world is full of love but the love might get lost if you don’t start it with yourself. Start loving yourself today..
Fear is a beast that feeds on attention
By: Kurtis Steigmann
Tags: Sad, Deep, Fiction, Mental Health, Literature

Fear is a beast that feeds on attention

Fear is a beast that feeds on attention, the wild beast chased the terrified girl in the gloomy night. Frightened and vulnerable the girl regrets the decisions she made leading up to this lonely night.

The beast wandering in her mind giving her never ending torture which could so easily result in never ending trauma. As she tiptoes around her house in a dead silent manor she jumps out of her skin in fear at just the elongated figure of her own shadow. Sharp pains running through her body for no reason apart from the fact that her mind is punishing her for a crime that she doesn’t realise she has committed. Enduring mental torture that surely no one would wish even upon their worst enemy. As she holds her nose and mouth shut for two excruciating minutes she has to gasp for breath while still being held as a hostage by her own mind, trapped in a mental cell. The girl’s mind is not working how it used to, someone that has always had her mental demons but never this severely, never this traumatising. Death is the one thing that she wants more than ever, something that many people are petrified about happening to them, and now it would be her saviour, but she can’t just die, her mind has taken over her body, too frail to move, too weak to cry. Exasperated, the tiny, powerless girl transfers all her strength, all her might, into hoisting herself up, as she rises she begins to gain confidence, but loses her physical strength. The girl stands tall, she feels weirdly proud, but still terrified. Lethargically, she meanders over to her window and opens it wide.

The atramentous night expands further when she gazes into the distance, she stares at the sun’s evil twin that illuminates the foggy streets when the sun goes to brighten up another location in the world. Unfortunately, the girl can’t distract herself any longer, the pain returns, the fatigue returns…the demon that rules her mind has returned.
Short Story #4: Mr. Wolf
By: Calen Bender
Tags: Short Story, Perspective, Sad, Fiction, Stories

Up is hard. The dirt isn’t soft anymore, it’s really hard. It scratches when I walk on it, and it hurts my nails. My feet are sore, and my legs are shaky. It’s hard to go up, but I’m still stronger than the puddle, so I can do it. The thunder is closer now. I can feel it in my chest when I breathe. It feels scary, but good. It’s like the thunder is holding me up while I walk. I remember the thunder holding me up while I learned to swim, when I was small. The water was scary, and I couldn’t feel the bottom, but the thunder kept me safe. I don’t have a lot of those memories. Why are my lips pulling back again? I don’t understand.

I can see the top! There is no more up! My arms and legs feel hot, so hot, and so weak. I’m panting so hard that the air is misting in front of my nose. It’s very cold now. Soon the rain will get quiet and soft, but very cold. I remember the first time I saw the rain get soft. I stuck my face in a pile of it, and it was so cold! I tried to eat some of it, but it tasted like cold rain. It was very bright. Maybe lightning is bright like soft rain?

“Silly Mister Wolf! That’s snow!”

Snow. That’s what it was called. She always knew everything. I followed her everywhere, with her big fluffy coat and her strange squeaky feet. Her head was also hard and yellow sometimes, but I don’t know why. She always knew best. They squeaked like mice sometimes, when she walked. She liked jumping in puddles — she must not have known there were people in there. Where did she go? I need to protect her from the lightning, how can I do that if I don’t know where she is?

I need to see lightning first, then I can find her to protect her.

It hurts.

I’m at the top of the big rock. It was very hard to get up here. I have to lie down for a while, to catch my breath. It’s a little hard to breathe, the air is cold and weak. I can see a lot of things from here! I can see the tops of trees, they’re pointy like the puddle’s teeth. A little darker though. The grey sky is moving very fast from up here, and the thunder is very close. I can almost feel his hand on my head when he rumbles. It feels… nice. The rain is cold, but not bad. Not soft yet. It’s splashing on my nose; it’s going to make me sneeze. I sneezed. I can’t help but yawn widely. It’s just me, thunder, and the rain. Again.

What’s that? There are no trees there. And sometimes something bright flashes through. Is that it? Is that lightning? It must be! It’s on the ground, not in the sky! Who told me that it was in the sky? They must have been mistaken. People make mistakes sometimes. At least the view from up here is pretty, and the thunder feels close here. It was worth the climb. But now I need to climb back down, so I can see the lightning. Then I can find her. Then I can protect her from the lightning.
Her Wine Song. Red, white and rose were her favorite…
By: The Final Note
Tags: Relationships, Sad, Happiness, Wine, Émotion

Red, white and rose were her favorite colors in liquid form. Any day ending with a bottle of Merlot or Chardonnay would fix all her woes of the day be it either from work, family or friends. It was quite a delight seeing her face light up when she takes in that first sip, a smile I could look at for hours. She knows her wine and I am grateful she shared her connoisseur knowledge with me throughout our adventure, one sip at a time.

It was not just the wine knowledge; it was honest down to earth conversations that flow alongside the wine. I love getting to know people in general and listening to her endless ideologies and point of views was always a high point, whenever we have each other’s company. You know those moments you know someone so well you literally know what they are going to say halfway down your dialog? We all have those moments with someone and its overwhelming when those moments go dead silent in your life.

Words painted in white, red and rose, flowing back and forth between two people who did not care for the terminology “filter”. No boundaries and no judgment, just a plain open canvas to be painted with emotions, thoughts, feelings, expressions and the occasional slurs resulted by a brief sing along to a song in the background. All to orchestrate a bigger picture between one another of the evening/ day, which was realized by the long-lasting stares into one another which always put me in aw after everything we have spoken about.

It’s the conversations I miss the most, it’s the exchange of words, it’s her expressions and company. It’s her wine song that constantly bellows in my head that keeps me up at night, cause I know I can sing it word to word.
What happens when a developer breaks his phone?
By: Pavel Rahman
Tags: Developer Stories, Samsung, Sad, Life Lessons, Life

Nothing really. Your laptop’s fine, your life is good. But the amount of time that I’ve wasted for the past few days on researching new phones isn’t coming back anytime soon.

I’ve always been able to fix stuff from a certain age. From my toy handgun to microwaves, whatever I could get my hands on — if it’s broken, then I try to fix it. That’s just how I am. So when my 5 year old Samsung J7’s power button stopped working, I tried to fix that too. Sadly I have rough hands and I accidentally pulled the LCD screen wires and now the screen doesn’t work anymore. Also, on the same day I tried to transfer the data from my phone to my laptop and my HDD crashed. What a bummer! It took me 6 hours to fix that so I pulled an all-nighter. Afterwards all that was left was just…sadness.

Although I fixed my laptop, I couldn’t fix my phone without buying a LCD replacement screen. So when I went to the Samsung service center and they asked for Tk 5400 it turned me off hard. So I went to the local mobile repair shop and they told me they can get me a replacement screen for Tk 1800. But there was a catch. The screen wouldn’t be very good quality and overall it wouldn’t even fit the frame properly. So I had to go to plan B which was getting a new phone. Now I wonder the streets of Dhaka, looking for a new soul mate (a new phone). I’ll find one soon enough.
Terribly Tiny Fears
Tags: Sad, Depression, Anxiety, Tired, Thoughts

My biggest fear about being a creative is that at a point I will forget how to be human.

I fear that I will not be able to enjoy the little things, the sounds happy children make, the sweet smell of a late afternoon rain, the smiles passed around over a happy meal or the joy you feel making long lasting memories with friends.

I fear that I will become a slave to art and instead of being present in that moment I’d be too busy trying to document the feeling, putting the perfect words and adjectives in the right places, noticing the colours around me, selling my humanity.

I fear that I will get better. I fear that my anxiety will loosen its grip around my throat and slither out of my mouth, I fear that the panic attacks will let go of my chest and dissolve in my stomach,I fear that the world would stop being this dull haze of gray and white and I’ll be able to see colour and my depression will leave without saying goodbye.

I fear that all my mental disorders will find new homes far away from me, and when they leave they’ll take my art alongside. I fear that I’ll get over all my trauma and grief and then I’d be normal and all the things that make me "eccentric" would be gone too.

I fear that if I get better I’ll never be able to create anything good, I fear that these disorders inspired my art and can take it away anyday.

I’m scared that I’d wake up one day and everything would be gone. Everyone I love would be gone but I’ll still be here. I’m scared of waking up everyday and scared of being. I’m afraid of who I could be outside of this place, I’m afraid of what my body could look like and how my mind could work. I’m afraid of me.

I fear that I will never be a good enough reason for anyone to stay. I fear that I’ll never be able to experience that Disney kind of love and I’ll be alone, always.

I fear that I’ll keep giving all that I am to people who don’t want me and hurting others in the process. I’m scared that I’m slowly giving up on me and letting the world win, I’m scared that I’m ready to live without love. I’m scared that I’ll be my one constant because let’s face it, I’m bad company.

I’m scared that I won’t do all the things I want to do, travel to all the places I want to go, meet all the people I ought to meet, tell all the stories I ought to tell and be all the things I ought to be.

I’m scared that I won’t matter and I’ll be even more unimportant than a speck of dust. I’m scared that I’m so easily forgotten in the mind’s of people I care about, while I raise shrines dedicated to them in mine.

And I really wish this could end in a way that sounds like I'm less scared but I'm scared that I'll be too busy worrying about things I can't control that I'd never get to do anything at all
COVID-19 Tears
By: Aaron Longnion
Tags: Writing, Covid 19, Sad, Poetry, Coronavirus

I shed a tear showing my kids a PBS video on flattening the curve

I shed a tear when a friend asked us to reach out to all the single mothers

I shed a tear when I learned this could last two years or more

I shed a tear when my brother made it across the border from Mexico in the nick of time

I shed a tear when I had to tell my high-risk father if he gets it he could drown within his lungs

I shed a tear from gratitude that I have the money to support my kids despite no job

I shed a tear when my father said if he has to totally isolate he’ll die a slow death

I shed a tear when I read they’re finding better ways to treat the virus at lightning speeds

I shed a tear when I had to tell my kids, “no more play dates”

I shed a tear when I see my community seeking and giving so much help to reach other

I shed a tear when my partner's tears formed a salty pool on my chest

I shed a tear when I read HEB is giving their employees raises

I shed a tear when I saw the old, lonely lady at the health food store have zero sense of social distancing

I shed a tear imagining the tireless hours doctors spend in New York and Italian hospitals saving lives

I shed a tear imagining those same doctors frantically trying to save one life while simultaneously watching two others die in adjacent beds

I shed a tear when someone tells me their ugly truth

I shed a tear when someone tells me their beautiful truth

💔 💛
Best love shayari in hindi 2020
By: Zubai Rmalik
Tags: Best Practices, Best Love Shayari Sms, Sad, Sad Shayari, Love Letters

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Nazre Karam Mujh Par Itna Na Kar,

Ki Teri Mohabbat Ke Liye Baagi Ho Jaaun,

Mujhe Itna Na Pila Ishq-E-Jaam Ki,

Main Ishq Ke Jahar Ka Aadi Ho Jaaun.

नज़रे करम मुझ पर इतना न कर,

की तेरी मोहब्बत के लिए बागी हो जाऊं,

मुझे इतना न पिला इश्क़-ए-जाम की,

मैं इश्क़ के जहर का आदि हो जाऊं।

Usne Mohabbat, Mohabbat Se Jyada Ki Thi,

Humne Mohabbat Usse Bhi Jyada Ki Thi,

Ab Wo Kise Kahenge Mohabbat Ki Intehaan,

Humne Shuruat Hi #Intehaan Se Jyada Ki Thi.

उसने मोहब्बत, मोहब्बत से ज्यादा की थी,

हम ने मोहब्बत उससे भी ज्यादा की थी,

अब वो किसे कहेंगे मोहब्बत की इन्तेहाँ,

हमने शुरुआत ही #इन्तेहाँ से ज्यादा की थी।

Use Kah Do Wo Mera Hai Kisi Aur Ka Ho Nahin Sakta,

Bahut Nayab Hai Mere Liye Wo Koi Aur Us Jaisa Ho Nahin Sakta,

Tumhare Saath Jo Guzare Wo Mausam Yaad Aate Hain,

Tumhare Baad Koi Mausam Suhana Ho Nahin Sakta.

उसे कह दो वो मेरा है किसी और का हो नहीं सकता,

बहुत नायाब है मेरे लिए वो कोई और उस जैसा हो नहीं सकता,

तुम्हारे साथ जो गुज़ारे वो मौसम याद आते हैं,

तुम्हारे बाद कोई मौसम सुहाना हो नहीं सकता,
B
Tags: Poetry, Alphabet, Sad, B, Life Lessons

B is for blood.

Blood that runs wild but not free.

Blood that calls out to you from beneath your skin.

Blood that keeps pulling you back home.

B is for buildings that are a cage to your troubled soul,

For brick walls that enclose a space that has always been a house to you and not home.

B is for the blood of covenant that will always be thicker than the water of the womb for you.

B is blood poured like libation to gods who don’t know you, in your honor.

B is for believing in yourself because you’re your number 1 fan.

B. Be yourself, but you don’t even know who you are.

B is becoming different versions of yourself in the face of different people.

B. Be you. Even when you is the last person you want to see.

B is for buts.

B is for because; reasons.

B. B is for believing in a better tomorrow because you’re trying so hard not to give up. Not to be the pessimist.

B is for your breaking point because you’re ridiculously close to it.

B is for broken hearted girls up at 2 am high as kites, crying for lost loves and explaining why they don’t need them anymore.

B is for broken homes because mum left while we were little and dad cut loose when we turned 13.

For bodies we hate.

For bodies we don’t feel at home in.

For bodies we keep trying to get out of.

For bad decisions we make in the heat of the moment. For bad decisions that we save ourselves from. For bad decisions we will make.

B is for broken promises.

For bandages used to hide cuts we dare not explain for fear of exclusion.

For being constantly tired.

B is for beginnings that seem so hard.

Square 1 that has become home to your troubled soul.

B is for Beta — second chances.
The Magic in the Music
By: Daily Dose Of Randomness
Tags: Sad, Music, Songs, Happy, Life

“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”

Music.

The chirping of the birds.The strings of a guitar.The vocals of Beyonce. And so on.

According to Wikipedia, Music is an art form, and cultural activity, whose medium is sound.

Photo by Mohammad Metri on Unsplash

But to me and to so many people it’s not just that.Music is something that soothes our soul.Music is something which makes us feel things.Music is a way of expressing our feelings.Music is happiness.Music is sadness.Music can be almost everything.Music makes you what you are.

“Can we live without music?”

No! I cannot.

A party is incomplete and really lame without music.An introvert can live without friends but without music? No chance.A heart break can be cured with sad songs playlist on loop,tissues and some ice cream.You can’t enjoy your high without right music.You want some relaxation,so you play calm instrumental playlist on spotify. You are mad at some one.You wanna blow off some rage.Play some rock and scream along the song and may be beat your chest like chimpanzee.And there are so many other instances but let’s stop because what I am getting to.

Scientifically, musical tones, rhythmic structure, or lyrics each have a unique and distinct effect.Some people like songs for the lyrics and others ,may be for the tones or rhythmic nature.We have created certain set rules for how the mind is supposed to function in the rational realm so anything that seems beyond rationality — like being able to understand foreign music without knowing the language — seems to have something to do with the soul, when it really doesn’t.

In conclusion, Music has no language boundaries and it really can speak to our soul and it really can change the vibes and has the power to make you feel anything .I wrote this article because, today I was feeling crappy then I started to listen to this song which came randomly in my app and While I was listening to the song, I really felt happy at that time without any worries or crappiness.Only that song made me feel like that and when I suggested that song to a friend, she was like, “yeah. It’s okayyy…”

But I felt that the song really talked to me.I felt like the song was made for my situation.So I began to think.We all react to the same music in different ways.WOW!Even though we all know it, I once again realized Music is such a powerful tool.Right song can make people do things, make them feel beautiful, motivate them or make them believe in theirself and what not.That is the magic of music.I wonder,
The Mistress
Tags: Poet, Regret, Sad, Poem, Mistress

There’s no room for distraught. For I am the Mistress.

When I loved you

I knew it wasn't right,

that I must say adieu

and save my self from plight.

But rules were made for you

I am not the one to comply

In our little rendezvous

We can't be terrified.

I kiss you on those nights

Forget what world will say

I must keep you out of sight

And yet I chose to stay.

You break rules like the king

Yet I will never be your queen.

It was totally addicting

How your love gets me unclean.

Now, if love is a sin

then let me call me what you want

I am a willing victim

No one has ever taunt.

Society pulled my hair

Before your wife even does

Life is totally unfair

And that's the way it was.

I was just your lover

Accused of being ruthless

For they say I am a sinner.

Aren't we all? I digress.

Let me carry a cross

For being your wild entertainment

I am a figure of your chaos

Waiting for its entrapment.

Undress me with your thoughts

But let me escape with a nightdress.

There's no room for distraught

For I am the mistress.
Sad Shayari | Latest Sad Status | Top Sad Shayari
By: Vk S
Tags: Sad, Sadness, Shayari In Hindi, Shayari For Love, Shayari

Love Shayari,Sad Shayari

खुश है तू हमे याद ना करके

हस रही है तू हमसे बात ना करके

ये हसी तेरे होटो से कभी ना जाये

खुदा करे तू मेरी मोत पर भी मुस्कराये

Khush he tu hume yaad na karke.

Has rahi he tu humse baat na karke.

Ye hasi tere hoto se kabhi na jaye.

Khuda kare tu meri maut pe bi muskuraye

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वक्त गुजर जाता है कहानी बनकर

याद रह जाती है सिर्फ निशानी बनकर

हम तो हमेशा दिल के करीब रहेंगे

कभी मोसम तो कभी आखो का पानी भरकर

Waqt gujar jata h kahani bankar.

Yaad rah jati h sirf nishani bankar.

Hum to humesh dil ke karib rahenge.

Kabhi mosam to kabhi aakho ka pani bankar

जिसके नसीब मे हों ज़माने की ठोकरें,

उस बदनसीब से ना सहारों की बात कर।

Jiske Naseeb Mein Hon Zamane Ki Thhokarein,

Uss BadNaseeb Se Na Sahaaron Ki Baat Kar.

Bahut Tadpaate Hain

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Get Over It Eagles Fans
By: James M. Ridgway
Tags: Philadelphia Eagles, Sports, Sad, NFL, Joy

In 2017, after modest expectations, every weird thing that could possibly go right did, and the Eagle pulled off the impossible by winning the Super Bowl. It was heaven.

But, alas, in 2019, after over the top expectations, everything that could go wrong did. First, injury racked the defense and the offense lost its deep thread, D Jack, for the season. Then the offense lost much of its receiving corps and a key running back and parts of its O line, just as the D was getting back to heath and effectiveness.

But then things reversed to the point where at long last it looked like both sides of the ball were reasonably healthy, and so the Eagles headed south to play what appeared to be a patsy, the Miami Dolphins. Really!

But this is the NFL, guys. In a bad year things can just keep getting worse no matter what, and they did.

The Eagles offense played pretty darn good and scored 31 points, which should have been enough to win with a defense that seemed back up to par — and actually the team did play quite well when you watch the highlights.

The killer was that the Dolphins QB, Ryan Fitzpatrick, and his big receivers turned red hot. These giant receivers, which towered over the Eagles DBs, were flying high to catch perfectly placed balls.

So, yes, 2019 was a reverse of 2017. If the rest of this season were like 2017, few would have thought getting beat by 2 and 9 team was anything more than a meaningless fluke — as it, indeed, was this time. But when coupled with an injury plagued season of many loses, after sky-high expectations, fans are going out of their mind with anger and disappointment. But get over it, Eagles fans. The team is nowhere as bad as fate has made it out to be this season. It’s just the breaks of the NFL. Some years you win the Super Bowl and others the booby prize.
13 (Super) Easy and Fast Ways to Overcome Your Bad Mood
By: Asif Ali
Tags: Bad Mood, Sad, Happiness, Negativity, Optimism

1. Listen to the right music. I have, achingly, replaced ‘Cigarettes After Sex’ with Casey Neistat mixtape. Listen to positive, upbeat and energetic music.

2. Smell a pleasant scent. Lavender is the best. Spray it at the back of your hand and smell it for at least a minute.

3. Give some money to a homeless person or to a charity.

4. Do you have a role model? Picture her/him right in front of you. What is she/he saying to you?

5. Stare at the blue, brightly-lit sky, if it’s morning. Stare at the moon and stars, if it’s night. Stare for a few minutes. Breathe in the fresh air.

6. Move your eyes to see different things in the room. Focus on everything that your eyes see. Do this for a couple of minutes.

7. Watch the videos of babies or pets.

8. Smile and laugh. Laugh out loud. For no reason.

9. Clean your room and organize everything.

10. Dance. Jump around. Of course, when no one’s around!

11. Do you have a friend in your life who’s happy, positive, empathetic, and thoughtful? Call her/him and talk for a few minutes.

12. Make weird noises.

13. Go out of the house, or out of wherever you are, and walk. Just walk.
A Memorial for a Dog
By: Cj Robison
Tags: Dogs, Sad, Sad Story, Death, Death And Dying

It has occured to me this evening that bulldogs and new environments don’t always go well together. I graduated from high school today, and begged my best friend to bring her dog to come see me. This little ball of snarfs and love decided, very gratefully, to come to my house and not die THERE, but pick up a cause of death while at my house.

My friend’s bulldog is the most loving animal I had ever had the chance of meeting. He would come up to you and slobber everywhere but still snuggle up into your neck so that he could not only hug you, but so that you could give him sweet kisses that would calm him down.

He came over to my house today, and seemed fine. He left about a half hour after showing up because my friend could tell his allergies were getting a little bit bad. I assumed it was nothing to worry about, since the only dog experience I had had was a giant golden retriever who had lived through two litters of puppies, and athritis in her back legs. I did once have a pug who died from eating a sock, but I digress.

Killing my friend’s dog was horrifying, not necessarily because of the fact that it had happened, but because I could do nothing about it and I had no idea the direct cause of what had happened. Earlier tonight I got a call from my friend letting me know that her dog had gone into anaphylactic shock on her way home. The dog died before they had reached the vet. The dog was buried ten minutes before I recieved the call.

The worst part in this whole situation for me was the fact that I had no way of restoring the pain that my friend was going through. I think it’s something we all as humans experience, wanting our friends to be happy and being in distress when we ultimately have no answers or solutions. I am most certaintly not in tune with my necromancy, so going to her house and reviving the dog was not in the picture.

When it comes to horrific happenings like this, the best I can do is hope that I can be there for my friend as much as possible and comfort her in these trying times. I feel hopeless in the moment, but tomorrow always brings a new day with new ways to happiness, and we will continue to get better as the seasons change.

With love and sadness,

CJ
Falling Away
By: Tyler Turner
Tags: Mental Illness, Depression, Sad, Anxiety, Mental Health

The painful act of letting go

SAD (seasonal affect-disorder) season is slowly kicking in. I’ve had a near-constant anxious sensation lately, trouble sleeping, and that…off feeling.

At times, it can feel all-consuming.

The holiday season is nearly upon us with its mixed bag of emotions. Memories of simpler times. Loved ones no longer with us. A new year is just a couple of months away.

The end of the year always has a way of stirring up uncertainty and change.

As someone with a curious mind who rushes into spontaneity, I often find myself at war with the concept of change.

In today’s cultural context change is often held in high regard: “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

We want to break negative patterns. We strive for equality and rising above stigmas. We want to change the world.

In reality, even positive changes can be uncomfortable as they set in. It throws off our daily rhythms. The patterns we were accustomed to are suddenly derailed.

Whether we thrive in a life of consistency or variety, a common denominator is having control over the situation. We control the consistent schedule or the ability to chase a rabbit trail. We’re calling the shots.

For better or worse, change can make us lose the false comfort of control.

Life changes and that loss of control becomes an easy foothold for the intrusive thoughts of depression and anxiety:

They must hate me now that our lives have gone separate ways.

I don’t deserve this success in my new job.

This relationship will only work until they find out who I really am.

The pain is gone, but I’ve forgotten how to live.
To My Later Self
Tags: Sad, Poetry, Life, Personal, Featured

I know you and I

Are not different in some sense.

As I’m shaking to hold this pen,

You and I,

We’re merely the same.

I know we have a common enemy;

It’s either you or I.

Maybe you will pull that more;

The perpetrator of our curse,

The distinct actor of this lore.

You have gone too far.

But we’ve been stripped out of everything

We’ve carried out so far.

I watched you fade away,

Diminishing the light you brought…

I watched it fade away

In the mirror reflection of your eyes.

No tear could put out the fire.

But you washed off the love,

Trapped us in the bowels

Of this echoing creativity;

Always the notes from your delirious mind.

So I’ve heard and I’ve believed in.

As your bard, your slave…

I stand bereft of joy.

Wasn’t this a sojourn in my cycle?

From the top of my head, a sky scraper,

Unavoidable flicker,

Like a persistent whisper in my ear:

“The heights are pulling you in

Maybe you’ll be floating”.

You’re still pushing me.

But if you push me, then we’ll be no more!

You, especially.

Yes, I’ve looked for ways before;

Trying to hold on to.

No kiss would wake up the prince,

Nobody wants you.

Live to regret

Learn to forget!

But we’ve got a problem;

You never forget!

Your forgiving nature never forgives you.

Ah, you’ve been so true!

And what happened to the poet?

That son of a gun?

Ever walked a man on earth so divine?

A Bacchus incarnate

With a heart on a golden plate.

Yet, I still wait.

I no longer can cheerfully celebrate

My solitude, my last standing front.

I’m not sure you’ll attain it back.

And like I did all the predecessors

You will hate me, too

To have pulled you in.

You’ll be no less merciless on me.

The less I give,

The more you’ll be pleased

And you’ll be asking the same questions.

No, I don’t feel anything.

Each and maybe one of you will begin.

Then there will be one again,

But the one won’t be me.

In the meantime, I’ll embrace the breeze.

I can’t avoid what I haven’t yet acknowledged.

I will pull me in

To my dismal routine

And you will be waiting.