sad

Love caught me with my pants down, watering skeleton flowers and humming the blues.

Love is always fake gradually it disappears

With this man I will never want. With this man I will never be sad again.

To me, the most important rules in life are:1. Never trust people you love.2. Never trust people you don't love.3. Never trust people at all.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It__ his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

One probably hears about it.One, wire, recognizes.One holds her bones up next to each other.One insists, grinding the clutch.One would powder and powder.One would ask out of the back of the throat.One refuses.One is so sad.One is helpful all of a sudden.One turns.One shimmers; hiccups.One puts on a tie and keeps finding a place for his hands.One breathes the old purple.One nods because no one speaks loud enough anymore.One doesn't approve, but trusts.One is so sure.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

There are beautiful things in the world and there are sad things and when they come together they make a star. The light is far away and the strangest part is that the light is inside you.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

I have found no other cure for loneliness than to befriend it.

Sometimes I return back to the state of mind I had as a child when I believed nothing was impossible.

Life is like a mirror.Cry and you see a crying face,Frown and you see a Sad Face !Smile and it smiles back at you !

I want to drown in my tears,And my tears are my prayers.

Sometimes I feel like all the crap in the world is building up inside me, like all the bad is just filling me like a balloon. I push it all back, live my happy life.But sometimes that balloon exposed and all the crap lands on everything around me.

She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.

I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.

You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.