Sad Quotes and Sayings - Page 3
Hiding your feelings is not the easy way out but sometimes it’s the only thing you can do.
All you ever did was make me cry. May be one day you will realize that you had a good girl in your life.
People think I’m quiet because I have nothing to say or because of my shyness. Truth is I just keep my thoughts, opinions to myself in case no one will care about what I have to say.
Being lonely is like a storm with no rain, crying without tears.
I always seem to be left behind, wondering why he can’t be kind. Thinking when I’ll be done playing catch up, and just hoping for his sweet touch. Hating myself because I can’t think, just wishing that I won’t sink, into something so dark and deep.
Everyone is so ahead, I am imagining, “Can’t I just be dead?” I’m tired of struggling, I’m tired of waiting. Can’t this be over? Can’t this be done with? Does someone have the answer that I been looking for? If you do, can you tell me? Solve this ridden for me?
I don’t like looking at the mirror and seeing what I see. The girl that stares back at me can’t be me. She looks so fragile she looks so hurt. All she knows was that he was a flirt. Is it her fault or is it just his. She blamed herself way back then. She was always in her own little world, innocent and happy was all she knew.
What’s sad is that she actually grew and she became very sad. Wondering if he was mad. She wondered if she would suffer this pain. Or would she go insane. Memories flooded through her mind. Some good and some misunderstood. She tries to unlock what’s keeping her back. But why she feels the way that she feels. People didn’t like this little girl. Why would they she didn’t like herself?
Listen to me please; I wake up every day hoping that someday things would change but knowing that I would be the one to change my life. I go through the motions like it was nothing but hoping someone would see me the real me. Not someone that they think they see. I don’t know who I can confine in. I don’t know what is keeping me from being kind. I don’t know when I can trust someone. I don’t know where I can find myself.
I don’t know why I feel the need to hide. I don’t know how I can truly save myself. I don’t know how I can let the real me come out. Is it because I am afraid or is it because I am just weak? I shut out all of my emotions. So that I can function “properly” and live a normal life but, what is normal there is no such thing as normal is there?
Doing so is not enough anymore I want to break out, I want to make someone listen, I want to try to make someone understand what I am feeling. But I am afraid, why am I so afraid? Why can’t I trust people anymore? Is it because once I trust someone, they always end up letting me down. Why can’t I make someone listen?
Are you hearing me? Why don’t you listen to me? Why can’t I make you understand? The pain I am feeling every day, the suffering that I am in. I just don’t want to always be sad. I want someone to save me from this misery I call my life.
Are you there? Are you listening? Do you understand now? How I feel? How I can I possibly save myself? I tell myself it would get better but, lately it just gotten worse. I wondering will I see the light again? Will you help me? I am asking you to help me, please help me please. Before it’s all too late.
The scariest part of life isn’t when you slip and fall. It’s not when you realize you are falling with no one to catch you. It’s when you realize you are at your most vulnerable and you are completely and utterly alone.
Do you think I like being alone? ’cause I don’t. But I don’t want to be with someone who will just stab me in the back and make me cry like everyone else. So instead I sit alone, in the corner, by myself.
Take your time, I’m only dying.
Got to keep myself calm but the truth is you’re gone and I’ll never get to show you these songs.
– The script.
I know she doesn’t love me, and I don’t want to accept that fact.
All I wanted to do was collapse into someone’s arms and cry today. But there wasn’t anyone there to catch me.
It seems like you have a new start, but for me it’s all over, in the middle of nowhere.
Life is pain.
I miss your smile, but I miss mine even more. At some point in your life, you will become aware that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.
It is hard for us to forget the person that we love. But it is more harder for us to forget the sweet, sour, bitter memories that we had with them.
I have been crying for 24 hours straight. Because one of my best friends knew how I felt for this guy and she had a boyfriend at the time, well long story short she had sex with him and I thought of a quote that helped me through it so far: “Don’t dwell on the past”.
I feel like a caged bird waiting to be freed. Living in a world where people are not what they seem. Not knowing not caring what to do anymore, just lonely. And all that I have is a book in my hand. Nothing else I hold so dear. Just wishing you would be near. If only for a little bit. If only for a little while. Then maybe through the thick clouds. What you might see is my smile. Hidden behind my true form. Hidden are my many scars. No one notices but if they do, they don’t say anything. Waiting for you feels like forever. But you must know that I can’t wait forever. So I live in my lonely world waiting to be saved. But it seems that no one is willing to save me. So ever night I lay in my cage weeping. How could you…but you don’t answer. How could you? And still you don’t answer. Will I ever have a happy ending?
I am lookin at the road where you walked away.
Time doesn’t heal wounds, it just makes them old enough that you get used to the pain.
It hurts knowing that I once had his heart but I wasn’t good enough because he chose her over me. But that isn’t even what hurts the most. We weren’t just boyfriend and girlfriend. We were friends for a long time before we dated. I thought he cared and I thought we had something but the truth is, it didn’t really mean that much to him. So what does hurt the most? Probably knowing that I made a fool of myself talking about us, loving the “Us” there was. Or maybe it was being at lunch with all my friends dreading the moment he would come sit down but then. . . He didn’t come. I then looked in the direction of the cafeteria and I see him, sitting outside of it, by himself on his computer. Avoiding me. Because he would rather be by himself, than even have to sit anywhere near me or even look at me. Well. That’s love for you.
Sometimes love is unfair the more you love, the more you hate.
It seems though I felt my decisions we’re at best, yet made a turn against me, so now with no hope, no miracles, no love. I’ m not only lost, but lost in a world with no solutions.