despair is such a thing that take s all of us by surprise it never stops to chose its next victim it just chose who ever stands in it’s way it cares not of wealth or poverty it chooses
tell me something I don’t know
give me what you want give me what I need
tearing me apart, bury me deep
dark and surrounded as I disappear
hole in my chest is pulling me near the edge of the cavern, it’s stretching the thread
pulling me closer to the lying dead at my home
on my own
my heart’s not letting me go
Oh lord, I know a bit about it. Festering, it takes me over. I live in it. They call it depression. They tell me to drug myself, to disappear, to feel nothing instead. I’m more comfortable with despair.
I was walking home one day and saw my crush. I said hello he ignored me I was upset and had it with him ignoring me! I ran home crying and had enough so I was in despair!
Sad depressing :( twilight utter despair no hope left single tear rolling down his cheek falling into the blackness emo music wow this is a lot of time opposite of hope giving up suicide cutting self harm failing not believing in yourself lack of self esteem losing a loved one living through an apocalypse or disaster like 9/11 feeling like there’s nothing left for you to do helplessness lack of busy work mind and thoughts spiraling
It felt like lightning, striking right into my heart. Huge jolts, each one more painful than the last. I could barely see for my eyes were misty and my brain was dizzy with despair. No strength, no hope and the jolts kept coming. I really wished then that it this would have been over much sooner.
when i feel let down im always in despair. Thinking about him made me feel this despair. I currently feel like i deserve the title. Tomorrow is today’s essence and from that what do i have to live for. Im beginning to hate whats in store, if im never going to have a clue about what tomorrow brings. Its probably despair, though.
I had only one chance left, I held the bottle in my hand and as my hand’s grasp loosened, I realised it had gone forever. As i watched the bottle fall to the ground, lower and lower, i felt like i was losing my addiction, while it finally broke into a million pieces and settled on the ground.
Everything in her being wanted to run… She couldn’t think of any way to get out of the hole she had created for herself through all of the things she had said. She wanted to get out of this town, out of this country. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone and away from this place.
Jenny sighed, and placed her coffee cup down on the table. Looking out the kitchen window, she felt a sense of despair coming over her. John had been gone for three days (and nights), and she had this bad feeling that he wasn’t coming back this time.
It’s heavy and dark, settling like a quilt on rooms.
It circles coffins in grey wreaths.
It filled my childhood in all it’s many, spider-filled creases,
pouring from the cabinets of my kitchen,
and seeping between the pages of the books
on my shelves.
The despair of the crowd in the stands was palbable, radiating off of them in waves, finally reaching the players on the field. The quarterback tried to ingnore his knowledge taht he had lost the game for everyone.
I am my own despair.
I’ve become locked up in feeling hopeless, helpless.
I would love to say I can pull out of this funk, but this time it seems like it’s hear to stay.
My last hope is summer.
But, living in Nevada, who knows how soon that will be here.
Maybe my last hope is relocation.
jumping from the bridge is a cry of despair. she must not have considered any other option. to do such a thing one must be in a deep, dark place with no remembrance of the things that are better. nothing is irreversible and if you remember the things that make you happy, despair only slightly discolors those feelings.
I was asked to feel despair. And to some extent I did, but I did not lose myself to it. And therein lies the resolution for the drowning victim, the will to come back up for air.
öldüğünde bir daha dünyaya gelemezsin ama bu çaresizlik değildir aslına bakılırsa yalnızca ölüm anında çaresizlikler ortadan kalkar, onun haricinde çaresizlik her an yanımızda. bu hayatta tamamen çaresiziz. herkesin mutlaka bir derdi var, sağlık derdi var parası bol olanın bile
In the midst of her failure, despair clung to the tears that stained a once white shirt. Though even as they fell, the feeling failed to abandon her, remaining deep within, buried by a longing to take back those ill chosen words. To hurt a friend when trying to help stung worse than the silence that was the alternative.
horrible feeling that sorrounds you when all joy has gone from your life. When all hope and love are gone and only a feeling of pure utter hoplessness replaces it.
it’s sad. Many people do not like it. What about you?? I don’t like it. Do not cry, or feel ashamed. It’s bad. Hi. I still have time left. Hello. Ummm………….. The Cake Is A Lie!!!! Hello, Maeve. You r laughing. Oh, wait. It was Catey. despair is really bad people don’t like it very much, its kinda like losing a life in mario party it sucks.
is your breath pluming on the air in what is almost February but January still at maybe two in the morning on a street corner with your bed three blocks behind you because under your sheets is nothing but your own uncomfortable, agonized company in the moments before sleep.
it’s the thing that creeps up on you when you least expect it, what consumes you when you’re alone, when you’re not alone. it’s the disease without a cure, the heart without a home, the bone without flesh. it eats away at you like acid, kills you at the end of the day. it’s what you wake up for in the morning. it’s what you expect. it’s insanity at it’s finest.
He lay there, in an uncomfortable, scratchy, hospital bed, an old, sickly man. He had decided that he would be at peace with the end, and he would not complain and regret like others in the hospital; nay, the mortuary. But, feeling the darkness creeping up on him, he felt no peace – only despair. Black, empty, lifeless despair. Where was his family to guide him into the dark? Where was the friends that used to comfort him? What had become of all his love, spread out among so many? Did he get no return on what he had invested? Frustration mixed with regret, regret morphed into sadness, sadness turned into all-consuming hopelessness, until finally, feeling more depressed than he thought it was possible to feel, the old man took his last breath, and faded away into nirvana.
She sat on the cold stone steps with her head in her hands trying to erase the night’s events from her mind, trying to escape the despair that threatened to take over her every thought.
Dread, death. I’m drowning. Please help. I can’t breathe. Tears roll down my face. I see blackness approaching. I feel it surrounding me. Please someone help. A small bit of help is all I ask for. PLEASE.
Despair is like rain falling right above you and you are left without an umbrella. You don’t ever really see it coming and you can’t stop it once it’s there. It might break you piece by piece or leave you in a constant wandering state.
I feel depressed life is going nowhere for me anymore. I have no job. I have no plans for the future. I have no boyfriend, and I’m twenty years old already. I’m gay and life is hard for people like me. Everyone looks down upon you and pushes you into the dirt.
no one. no one around. no one to care. no one to know what im going through. no self worth or want to go on anymore. im trapped inside myself and no one will help me.
I often think of the times when I would meet you at the beach and we would run together. Nowbthe cold winter weather is here and when I got to the beach with my dog
, I only feel despair with the grey sky’s and the loss of you.
i hate this it eats me in side and make me sad. i feel like a empty love, there is nothing in me i need filling but know one will fill me with anything worth having, i dont want to feel like this is makes me sad. i have desperation in me but there is nothing i can do i cant help it it eats at me in secrect. like cancer. infecting my body, a deadly vius that cannot be stopped
Elvin sat, dejected, despairing of ever thinking of the right thing to say back to Grack Floansman, high school football hero and taunting bully. Grack had just stuffed him in a garbage can as a number of students looked on and guffawed.
“You…you….” Elvin fumed.
Grack sneered and poured a Pepsi into the can, to the approval of his henchmen.
“You — You — Your mama is so ugly,” Elvin screeched, causing a hush among the crowd, “monkeys won’t throw poo at her because they don’t want to get the poo dirty!” Grack froze. The crowd collectively gasped.
Tears welled up in Grack’s eyes, “Who told you?!” The crowd again laughed, but this time, it was at Grack, who ran into the boys’ room openly sobbing.
despair is hundreds of needles that tear at your chest like a pounding wave. it will knock you down and you will feel the hooves of hundreds of horses making your heart as low as the grass.
despair is such a thing that take s all of us by surprise it never stops to chose its next victim it just chose who ever stands in it’s way it cares not of wealth or poverty it chooses
tell me something I don’t know
give me what you want give me what I need
tearing me apart, bury me deep
dark and surrounded as I disappear
hole in my chest is pulling me near the edge of the cavern, it’s stretching the thread
pulling me closer to the lying dead at my home
on my own
my heart’s not letting me go
Oh lord, I know a bit about it. Festering, it takes me over. I live in it. They call it depression. They tell me to drug myself, to disappear, to feel nothing instead. I’m more comfortable with despair.
despair is what you feel when you lose someone you love without doing anything to make them stay.
I was walking home one day and saw my crush. I said hello he ignored me I was upset and had it with him ignoring me! I ran home crying and had enough so I was in despair!
Sad depressing :( twilight utter despair no hope left single tear rolling down his cheek falling into the blackness emo music wow this is a lot of time opposite of hope giving up suicide cutting self harm failing not believing in yourself lack of self esteem losing a loved one living through an apocalypse or disaster like 9/11 feeling like there’s nothing left for you to do helplessness lack of busy work mind and thoughts spiraling
It felt like lightning, striking right into my heart. Huge jolts, each one more painful than the last. I could barely see for my eyes were misty and my brain was dizzy with despair. No strength, no hope and the jolts kept coming. I really wished then that it this would have been over much sooner.
When hopeless, when scared. Heart beating way too fast. Need to crawl under a blanket and just sleep through it.
when i feel let down im always in despair. Thinking about him made me feel this despair. I currently feel like i deserve the title. Tomorrow is today’s essence and from that what do i have to live for. Im beginning to hate whats in store, if im never going to have a clue about what tomorrow brings. Its probably despair, though.
I had only one chance left, I held the bottle in my hand and as my hand’s grasp loosened, I realised it had gone forever. As i watched the bottle fall to the ground, lower and lower, i felt like i was losing my addiction, while it finally broke into a million pieces and settled on the ground.
Everything in her being wanted to run… She couldn’t think of any way to get out of the hole she had created for herself through all of the things she had said. She wanted to get out of this town, out of this country. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone and away from this place.
Jenny sighed, and placed her coffee cup down on the table. Looking out the kitchen window, she felt a sense of despair coming over her. John had been gone for three days (and nights), and she had this bad feeling that he wasn’t coming back this time.
It’s heavy and dark, settling like a quilt on rooms.
It circles coffins in grey wreaths.
It filled my childhood in all it’s many, spider-filled creases,
pouring from the cabinets of my kitchen,
and seeping between the pages of the books
on my shelves.
agony and pain envelope ones whole being. the feeling of drowning in sorrow most profound. the darkness infinite and the sadness everlasting.
The despair of the crowd in the stands was palbable, radiating off of them in waves, finally reaching the players on the field. The quarterback tried to ingnore his knowledge taht he had lost the game for everyone.
Closing my eyes,
My head drops.
I am a mile beneath the surface,
Choking,
Suffocating,
Drowning in the thought of you.
I am my own despair.
I’ve become locked up in feeling hopeless, helpless.
I would love to say I can pull out of this funk, but this time it seems like it’s hear to stay.
My last hope is summer.
But, living in Nevada, who knows how soon that will be here.
Maybe my last hope is relocation.
jumping from the bridge is a cry of despair. she must not have considered any other option. to do such a thing one must be in a deep, dark place with no remembrance of the things that are better. nothing is irreversible and if you remember the things that make you happy, despair only slightly discolors those feelings.
I was asked to feel despair. And to some extent I did, but I did not lose myself to it. And therein lies the resolution for the drowning victim, the will to come back up for air.
öldüğünde bir daha dünyaya gelemezsin ama bu çaresizlik değildir aslına bakılırsa yalnızca ölüm anında çaresizlikler ortadan kalkar, onun haricinde çaresizlik her an yanımızda. bu hayatta tamamen çaresiziz. herkesin mutlaka bir derdi var, sağlık derdi var parası bol olanın bile
In the midst of her failure, despair clung to the tears that stained a once white shirt. Though even as they fell, the feeling failed to abandon her, remaining deep within, buried by a longing to take back those ill chosen words. To hurt a friend when trying to help stung worse than the silence that was the alternative.
horrible feeling that sorrounds you when all joy has gone from your life. When all hope and love are gone and only a feeling of pure utter hoplessness replaces it.
it’s sad. Many people do not like it. What about you?? I don’t like it. Do not cry, or feel ashamed. It’s bad. Hi. I still have time left. Hello. Ummm………….. The Cake Is A Lie!!!! Hello, Maeve. You r laughing. Oh, wait. It was Catey. despair is really bad people don’t like it very much, its kinda like losing a life in mario party it sucks.
is your breath pluming on the air in what is almost February but January still at maybe two in the morning on a street corner with your bed three blocks behind you because under your sheets is nothing but your own uncomfortable, agonized company in the moments before sleep.
it’s the thing that creeps up on you when you least expect it, what consumes you when you’re alone, when you’re not alone. it’s the disease without a cure, the heart without a home, the bone without flesh. it eats away at you like acid, kills you at the end of the day. it’s what you wake up for in the morning. it’s what you expect. it’s insanity at it’s finest.
in despair I am waiting for my life to change.I want to have a different life where I can be a different person so I can desire the life I have now.
It is what we cant control.. it takes over emotions ..confuses us to believe all is lost…sad hole of darkness
He lay there, in an uncomfortable, scratchy, hospital bed, an old, sickly man. He had decided that he would be at peace with the end, and he would not complain and regret like others in the hospital; nay, the mortuary. But, feeling the darkness creeping up on him, he felt no peace – only despair. Black, empty, lifeless despair. Where was his family to guide him into the dark? Where was the friends that used to comfort him? What had become of all his love, spread out among so many? Did he get no return on what he had invested? Frustration mixed with regret, regret morphed into sadness, sadness turned into all-consuming hopelessness, until finally, feeling more depressed than he thought it was possible to feel, the old man took his last breath, and faded away into nirvana.
She sat on the cold stone steps with her head in her hands trying to erase the night’s events from her mind, trying to escape the despair that threatened to take over her every thought.
Dread, death. I’m drowning. Please help. I can’t breathe. Tears roll down my face. I see blackness approaching. I feel it surrounding me. Please someone help. A small bit of help is all I ask for. PLEASE.
Despair is like rain falling right above you and you are left without an umbrella. You don’t ever really see it coming and you can’t stop it once it’s there. It might break you piece by piece or leave you in a constant wandering state.
despair comes in many forms. Little was I to know that it also came in the form of a nice looking old lady.
She walked into my office with her old moldy handbag and a genuine smile that could make mussulini say yes to ending the war.
I feel depressed life is going nowhere for me anymore. I have no job. I have no plans for the future. I have no boyfriend, and I’m twenty years old already. I’m gay and life is hard for people like me. Everyone looks down upon you and pushes you into the dirt.
no one. no one around. no one to care. no one to know what im going through. no self worth or want to go on anymore. im trapped inside myself and no one will help me.
I often think of the times when I would meet you at the beach and we would run together. Nowbthe cold winter weather is here and when I got to the beach with my dog
, I only feel despair with the grey sky’s and the loss of you.
i hate this it eats me in side and make me sad. i feel like a empty love, there is nothing in me i need filling but know one will fill me with anything worth having, i dont want to feel like this is makes me sad. i have desperation in me but there is nothing i can do i cant help it it eats at me in secrect. like cancer. infecting my body, a deadly vius that cannot be stopped
Elvin sat, dejected, despairing of ever thinking of the right thing to say back to Grack Floansman, high school football hero and taunting bully. Grack had just stuffed him in a garbage can as a number of students looked on and guffawed.
“You…you….” Elvin fumed.
Grack sneered and poured a Pepsi into the can, to the approval of his henchmen.
“You — You — Your mama is so ugly,” Elvin screeched, causing a hush among the crowd, “monkeys won’t throw poo at her because they don’t want to get the poo dirty!” Grack froze. The crowd collectively gasped.
Tears welled up in Grack’s eyes, “Who told you?!” The crowd again laughed, but this time, it was at Grack, who ran into the boys’ room openly sobbing.
Sad, lonely… being abandoned and feeling despair. Desperate need of attention. The way I feel when I think of the past.. Love is despair.
You try to keep
from falling down
those wretched stairs called despair
retching and spitting as you go,
Go!,
go tumbling down.
You’re stumbling
struggling to grab a grip
and you pick yourself up.
You rip back around in a one-eighty-flip
turning your back
Saying only, “ENOUGH.”
If despair ever claims you, it won’t be because you went quietly.
despair is hundreds of needles that tear at your chest like a pounding wave. it will knock you down and you will feel the hooves of hundreds of horses making your heart as low as the grass.