Sad Quotes and Sayings
People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren’t really days; they are just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you’re depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get through the day. That’s what depression is, not sadness or tears, it’s the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next.
Worst feeling ever.
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.
Seeing people change isn’t what hurts. What hurts is remembering who they used to be.
I know she doesn’t love me, and I don’t want to accept that fact.