whether it’s a person you’ve lost, a home, a life, a love, or just an overwhelming feeling when something you’ve cherished is no longer there, we’ve all experienced despair. Life isn’t just about the joys but about the pains as well. A person can learn from despair, they grow from it. Despair, in a way, makes a person who they are. Because it’s through trials and hardship that a person finds out who they really are. It doesn’t matter how many times someone has fallen or failed in life, what matters is how many times we’ve risen after we’ve fallen. I’ve had a lot of times of despair in my life. More than I would want actually. What happened to me in my life, makes me the person I am today. And because of that, I am grateful for despair. It teaches me to appreciate the people and things in my life more.
desire like despair
feet glued where yours
once rested, smooth.
Despair makes me a magnet, attracted only to the space between your arms, to your fading tracks, to your disappearing thoughts. Our connection faded out but I keep waiting on this end of the line.
The feeling you get when nothing seems to be going well and you don’t even see a glimmer of light at end of the tunnel. When you’re so broken you can’t even cry, the world seems to be to be a dark and hostile place with no hope inside you. The cat is dead, the car is broken, you have no money and everyone you call is out so there’s no one to talk to or commiserate with. Your back hurts so you can’t even walk and you have nowhere to go anyway. It feels like no one cares whether you’re dead or alive, not even you. It’s cloudy and cold and you’re hungry but either have nothing to eat or don’t feel like making anything, let alone eating..
I try and tell myself that one day I wont care how much I weight. What I look like. The fat between my thighs wont bother me. Everything will just function the way it should. Like everyone else. I doubt it.
It was deep in the pit that he realized he was done for. Surrounded by the fire, he had no way of climbing out. Death was staring him in the face. Despair climbed up his back to whisper in his ear. Defeat crept behind him. Yet he fought on, against the blackness, against the fire, against the wish to give in. He had to live, for her. He had to go on, to deny everything he was feeling for the sake of his one true love.
Oh i cannot imagine a deeper sorry than the one she experienced with this loss. Her heart feels as though there is a pit deeper than the depths of the see, filled with nothingness.
i did this one already. been there done that. theres a lot of despair in the world, what more do you want me to say? what more is there to say? i give up, i dont care. i dont care. but thats all a big lie and i am sick of lying. just sick of it.
when i don’t know what to do. i want to be pretty and super super skinny, but i just can’t. i trick myself into believing i will, but it never happens. despair..crying on my bedroom floor because i want to feel wanted. i want everyone to like me. i want to be loved. i don’t want to be treated like trash.
I felt this way most when I was young. I read my journals from childhood and am consistently appalled by how sad I seemed. Now my despair has lessened….I see no room in life for sorrow or ache. I am learning to experience gratitude amidst sorrow, and give up the self-indulgence of ongoing upset. I am a joyfilled woman now, and I don’t quite grasp the meanign of this word.
completely sad. brian. my highschool love. he broke my heart- then wanted it back. complete and utter despair for months at a time. 20 pounds lighter. still to this day am unable to trust. who can look you in the eye after years and tell you they just don’t love you? someone who doesn’t care if you feel… despair. completely sad and unable to feel happy.
despair- heaviness, giving up on a level that is much, much deeper than mere failure. Hopelessness, no point to move on, No light, no energy, no fight.
I let out a faint cry when I heard the news. Another reason he gave me not to trust men. Tears poured from my eyes and I bit my quivering lip. I was in despair. He had ruined all that we had and now, now what. He left me with nothing. I turned to see my younger sister covering her mouth, she looked florescent white from the shock.
there is a plane that crashed. it killed my friend. it killed a total of four young lives. such despair. their last moments of life were filled with despair. the familes are in despair.
i am in despair. darkness, darkness all around. its everywhere. where is the light? i can’t see it. this world is dark.
i cry out. every day, you see me on the street. i say hello, i nod, i buy a hot dog. you do the same. you don’t see my despair.
do i see yours? are you in the same kind of darkness? is your nnod, your hello, your hot dog, the same cry for help that mine is? is this what we do? do i ignore yours, and you ignore mine, and we all float on in darkness?
to reach out. to touch someone. to bring darkness to darkness and make light.
Despair is the feeling in the pit of your stomach that disallows you from going ob; it is the utter and absolute block to your path, and it can often stop you right where you stand. No amount of preparation can fight it; there is only time that will heal it. Despair comes after the last ditch effort that’s failed.
i found despair when i was a young man living in france. her name was beth, she was a blue orphan child that had mustard on her nose and smelled like chilli. She laughed in such a way it attracted birds. She never got over it. later when i grew up i ran into her at a walmart . She was in a walmart buying bird seed.
I am suffocating in the midst of this water. The deep sinking cold manifests within my soul and my spirit drowns. There is no one in this place. There is on one to help save me. I am left in this chaos. This struggle. This empty shell that I have become. The water comes overhead and drags me down in the undertow. No sound can be heard. It’s over.
Your inability to tell me how you really feel. How I can’t compare to her. You still want me and in my heart of hearts I want you, but I refuse to let her shadow cast me out. I’ll be loved – bright, for every bit of me.
John stared back into the eyes of the man holding the gun. It was pressed into John’s forehead, the barrel pushing a ring into his skin. The man had a look of despair in his face as he pulled the trigger, splattering John’s brain matter onto the wall behind him. He cried for the loss of John, not in sadness, but in anger for the daughter he had lost to him.
I first read of despair in Anne of Green Gable. Not only was this one of the best books i read as a child, the phrase “depths of despair” stuck with me through the years. Anne talked about how she was in the depths when she became adopted by two new parents she hated and sometimes the only three words that can mean what i feel are depths of despair.
When you loved one leaves you fall into despair and sadness. All you feel is nothing and nothing is your friend. Sadness is something you know very well and it takes over you.
despair is horrible i feel like this every day because i was like damn this sucks ass and i was like hurt cause this sucks up ya dig? I dont think this is good.
Despair is such a sad word. It’s beyond disappointment, sadness, grief. I feel like despair is such a low place to be… I’m glad I haven’t felt that recently.
Despair is always lurking, isn’t it. You stumble through life trying to make it all work, phone this guy, emailing that women, making — or missing — deadlines, pleasing, pleasing, pleasing. It’s exhausting.
It’s when something comes to our head and we don’t know what to do. We feel fear. Despair is the one of the worse feeling that we can have and we are always trying to get way of it.
At one point in time, despair fills us all and we have the choice of either giving into the darkness in our hearts of fighting it with everything we are. The human heart ultimately chooses its destination.
In one fell swoop it is all gone, an entire outlet of creativity abdonded. Forsaken. What will you do now, when you have nothing else? Pages upon pages wasted. Useless. Inkless pens and leadless pencils. What ever will you do with your precious time? You could not possibly carry one with such a dull life. No art nor passion. What a horrible way to carry on.
whether it’s a person you’ve lost, a home, a life, a love, or just an overwhelming feeling when something you’ve cherished is no longer there, we’ve all experienced despair. Life isn’t just about the joys but about the pains as well. A person can learn from despair, they grow from it. Despair, in a way, makes a person who they are. Because it’s through trials and hardship that a person finds out who they really are. It doesn’t matter how many times someone has fallen or failed in life, what matters is how many times we’ve risen after we’ve fallen. I’ve had a lot of times of despair in my life. More than I would want actually. What happened to me in my life, makes me the person I am today. And because of that, I am grateful for despair. It teaches me to appreciate the people and things in my life more.
desire like despair
feet glued where yours
once rested, smooth.
Despair makes me a magnet, attracted only to the space between your arms, to your fading tracks, to your disappearing thoughts. Our connection faded out but I keep waiting on this end of the line.
The feeling you get when nothing seems to be going well and you don’t even see a glimmer of light at end of the tunnel. When you’re so broken you can’t even cry, the world seems to be to be a dark and hostile place with no hope inside you. The cat is dead, the car is broken, you have no money and everyone you call is out so there’s no one to talk to or commiserate with. Your back hurts so you can’t even walk and you have nowhere to go anyway. It feels like no one cares whether you’re dead or alive, not even you. It’s cloudy and cold and you’re hungry but either have nothing to eat or don’t feel like making anything, let alone eating..
Oh the black hole,
the fiery furnace and its
deep
black
hole.
When the plug is
pulled away,
everything falls in.
Despair is what awaits,
just below the plughole rim.
Oh that fiery
fierce
and dark black hole.
oh despair.
I try and tell myself that one day I wont care how much I weight. What I look like. The fat between my thighs wont bother me. Everything will just function the way it should. Like everyone else. I doubt it.
It was deep in the pit that he realized he was done for. Surrounded by the fire, he had no way of climbing out. Death was staring him in the face. Despair climbed up his back to whisper in his ear. Defeat crept behind him. Yet he fought on, against the blackness, against the fire, against the wish to give in. He had to live, for her. He had to go on, to deny everything he was feeling for the sake of his one true love.
Oh i cannot imagine a deeper sorry than the one she experienced with this loss. Her heart feels as though there is a pit deeper than the depths of the see, filled with nothingness.
It wasn’t despair, really, but it felt close; for some reason, though, he worked through it, determined not to let it get him down.
Of course, having her around helped, but she could only do so much. The rest had to come from him. And so he managed, because she was there.
i did this one already. been there done that. theres a lot of despair in the world, what more do you want me to say? what more is there to say? i give up, i dont care. i dont care. but thats all a big lie and i am sick of lying. just sick of it.
when i don’t know what to do. i want to be pretty and super super skinny, but i just can’t. i trick myself into believing i will, but it never happens. despair..crying on my bedroom floor because i want to feel wanted. i want everyone to like me. i want to be loved. i don’t want to be treated like trash.
crushed. no winners. just losers.
I felt this way most when I was young. I read my journals from childhood and am consistently appalled by how sad I seemed. Now my despair has lessened….I see no room in life for sorrow or ache. I am learning to experience gratitude amidst sorrow, and give up the self-indulgence of ongoing upset. I am a joyfilled woman now, and I don’t quite grasp the meanign of this word.
completely sad. brian. my highschool love. he broke my heart- then wanted it back. complete and utter despair for months at a time. 20 pounds lighter. still to this day am unable to trust. who can look you in the eye after years and tell you they just don’t love you? someone who doesn’t care if you feel… despair. completely sad and unable to feel happy.
A hopeless, sad, lonely, desponded feeling. You despair a bad time. someone can always tella despair feeling inside yourself.
despair- heaviness, giving up on a level that is much, much deeper than mere failure. Hopelessness, no point to move on, No light, no energy, no fight.
I let out a faint cry when I heard the news. Another reason he gave me not to trust men. Tears poured from my eyes and I bit my quivering lip. I was in despair. He had ruined all that we had and now, now what. He left me with nothing. I turned to see my younger sister covering her mouth, she looked florescent white from the shock.
there is a plane that crashed. it killed my friend. it killed a total of four young lives. such despair. their last moments of life were filled with despair. the familes are in despair.
This would suck if you had to feel it constantly.
i am in despair. darkness, darkness all around. its everywhere. where is the light? i can’t see it. this world is dark.
i cry out. every day, you see me on the street. i say hello, i nod, i buy a hot dog. you do the same. you don’t see my despair.
do i see yours? are you in the same kind of darkness? is your nnod, your hello, your hot dog, the same cry for help that mine is? is this what we do? do i ignore yours, and you ignore mine, and we all float on in darkness?
to reach out. to touch someone. to bring darkness to darkness and make light.
Despair is the feeling in the pit of your stomach that disallows you from going ob; it is the utter and absolute block to your path, and it can often stop you right where you stand. No amount of preparation can fight it; there is only time that will heal it. Despair comes after the last ditch effort that’s failed.
i found despair when i was a young man living in france. her name was beth, she was a blue orphan child that had mustard on her nose and smelled like chilli. She laughed in such a way it attracted birds. She never got over it. later when i grew up i ran into her at a walmart . She was in a walmart buying bird seed.
I am suffocating in the midst of this water. The deep sinking cold manifests within my soul and my spirit drowns. There is no one in this place. There is on one to help save me. I am left in this chaos. This struggle. This empty shell that I have become. The water comes overhead and drags me down in the undertow. No sound can be heard. It’s over.
Your inability to tell me how you really feel. How I can’t compare to her. You still want me and in my heart of hearts I want you, but I refuse to let her shadow cast me out. I’ll be loved – bright, for every bit of me.
John stared back into the eyes of the man holding the gun. It was pressed into John’s forehead, the barrel pushing a ring into his skin. The man had a look of despair in his face as he pulled the trigger, splattering John’s brain matter onto the wall behind him. He cried for the loss of John, not in sadness, but in anger for the daughter he had lost to him.
Despair is the moments of the day in between the stuff that happens. Keeping busy is the enemy of despair.
I first read of despair in Anne of Green Gable. Not only was this one of the best books i read as a child, the phrase “depths of despair” stuck with me through the years. Anne talked about how she was in the depths when she became adopted by two new parents she hated and sometimes the only three words that can mean what i feel are depths of despair.
sadness no one can comprehend unless experienced.
Unwanted and complicated.
sad death
people
places
coffins
why did you leave me
When you loved one leaves you fall into despair and sadness. All you feel is nothing and nothing is your friend. Sadness is something you know very well and it takes over you.
Loneliness, heart ache, insecurity, hopelessness, longing, weak, ache, pain.
despair is horrible i feel like this every day because i was like damn this sucks ass and i was like hurt cause this sucks up ya dig? I dont think this is good.
Despair is such a sad word. It’s beyond disappointment, sadness, grief. I feel like despair is such a low place to be… I’m glad I haven’t felt that recently.
Despair is always lurking, isn’t it. You stumble through life trying to make it all work, phone this guy, emailing that women, making — or missing — deadlines, pleasing, pleasing, pleasing. It’s exhausting.
does it always give you “despair”?
Despair can be brought on by so many things.
Sometimes it’s what someone says to you, demeaning you, putting you down.
Sometimes it’s looking at your own life, and realizing just how miserable you truly are.
Most of the time, it feels like it’s completely out of your control.
But that’s a lie.
You can get out.
You can free yourself.
So do it.
Don’t let despair devastate your hope, because sometimes, that’s all you have left.
sadness frown unhappy hope be free of
It’s when something comes to our head and we don’t know what to do. We feel fear. Despair is the one of the worse feeling that we can have and we are always trying to get way of it.
At one point in time, despair fills us all and we have the choice of either giving into the darkness in our hearts of fighting it with everything we are. The human heart ultimately chooses its destination.
an undefined loss of hope fuelled by love and fear and loss that grows in the centre of your chest, becoming almost tangible in its ferocity.
In one fell swoop it is all gone, an entire outlet of creativity abdonded. Forsaken. What will you do now, when you have nothing else? Pages upon pages wasted. Useless. Inkless pens and leadless pencils. What ever will you do with your precious time? You could not possibly carry one with such a dull life. No art nor passion. What a horrible way to carry on.