#sadwriter

[sejal-jadhav]

" And I kept loving you without you allowing me to"

[lapislazuligirl]

Her heart was drowning and she didn't even realize it.

Who would have thought that such a young heart, one that seemed so happy and full of love on the outside, could have so many tiny cracks where the pain of the soul could seep in?

Every time she said, "I love you," every time she whispered, "I care about you," the water broke through her defenses.

Like a relentless sea, the rhythm of her heartbeats was swallowed by the depths of waves no one could stop. Yet, all that escaped was a single tear sliding down her cheek ~🎀

#lapis.writing

[natsuzaki]

"she sat on her bed, recounting her day. she closed her eyes, and a reminder of how she got here, alone and pitiful, streaked across her mind. "we're both moving." they had told her, faces serious and solemn. "oh," she had choked out. every fantasy, daydream and plan they had for the future caught fire in her mind. they had both moved on, while she remained sifting through the ashes. it has been nearly an entire year. she felt her eyes beginning to sting, as she brought her face to her knees. fuck. she was such a baby, crying over people who had most likely forgotten her. but, these tears weren't for them, were they? she had long forgotten their faces and voices. no, these tears were for herself. despair at what she had become. so, she curled into herself further and sobbed into the darkness"

[monster3nergygun]

I'm alone. I like to lie to myself and say that I don't mind it as much as people think but in truth I'm reminded of my childhood days where I would sit alone in my room, upset that I don't have anyone to play with. I'd ignore the feeling as any kid would and just play with my stuffed rabbit, imagining that we were on some glorious adventure. In a way it's like that now, but instead of imagining I'm out on the ocean or in space, I'm in my bedroom and I had just woken up to the smell of fresh tea that my partner made for me.

[travelwithmestranger]

And, just how much more can you wait than all your life? Leaving you to experience this thought with a photograph taken on streets of Thimpu (Bhutan), an animation art, some words and a guitar solo (2nd slide 45 seconds). Grab your earphones if you wish to. . . Words, Photograph, Animation, Edits @travelwithmestranger Music: Feeling Fine Musician: @ uncleboris URL: https://icons8.com/music/ . . . . . . #wordsandmusic #waiting #artofwriters #artisticwriters #wordporn #aestheticwords #aestheticwriting #wordphotography #leisurereading #mymusings #vintageaesthetic #picturesandwords #sadthoughts #sadquotes #sadwrites #communityofwriters #inspiringreads #instareads #readstagram #readingcommunity #readerscommunity #readinglife #journalcommunity #bookmarks #poetsandwriters #thirdeyethoughts #spiritualquotes #timequotes #animationart #travelwithmestranger (at Bhutan འབྲུག་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_Baw4Bb9b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[antimnemonic]

taken out of the mindset needed to sadwrite that last post bc of course i opened up the post editor and at the bottom, among the pictures on my phone, was this stupid pic of aptom

[silentriser]

I may be an amateur poet/storytellerBut when I am sadWriting gives me reliefAbove all…….

[devourthenicethings]

The Lonesome Birth of Afrielle Fallos

The birth of my first and, hopefully, only child, was rather lonesome.

I had not a soul close to me to aid me, as I had gone late in the night and called for no one. For why? This was my burden to bear alone.

When she left me she did not cry, which a part of me adored. What comfort could I give, when comfort was not sought  to be given at all?

But the rational, motherhood part of me, screamed out. Please, cry, child. Become one with this world and scream. I was begging for doctors and nurses to allow me to hold my child, to please…please. Let me be there for her as she sought to breathe air, to speak and scream and cry as only a human could. As if I could possibly make her? I want to be a proper mother to this child, this being I crafted in my own womb. And I fear I cannot- I cannot be a proper mother, I cannot love the way My Child deserves to be loved. For I am a product of my own mothers savage, and her abuse- generations of me and her may very well delve further and what if I become a very product of the generational abuse I sought to escape?

I did not want this child- but now, that I am not BURDENED but granted her, I shall become what she needs. I will fight for her and love her dearly as a mother OUGHT to. I wish to be the mother for her I did not have.

And as I held her, after what doctors would later deem as a most traumatic birth, I promised these things unto her. I whispered I would be better, would be good only for her. As she so desperately deserved….

[mayyxrworlds]

Assassin’s Oath

‘’Kade?’’

‘’Hmm,’’ he grunted to show he was listening.

‘’Do you…Do you ever get so numb, that you can actually feel it?’’ I whispered, knowing I was exposing a part of me to him that I couldn’t show anyone.

He was silent for a moment and I started to feel embarrassment creep up on me.

‘’You know what? Forget I- ‘’

‘’I do, Lenia,’’ he sighed and looked at me, his red eyes softening. ’’I do.’’

And all of a sudden, I started to feel a little better knowing that I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was.

- R

[sadwriterya-blog]

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[poppyswritingpage]

Self-Love

“Love doesn’t exist” I told myself,

And if it does, it’s not for your taking.

“You can’t just go around asking people to love you,”

I told myself- not when you don’t deserve it.

I repeated the hate over and over again,

Until my very soul disappeared.

The face I saw when I looked back in the mirror

Was disgusting.

I compared myself beyond repair.

I stopped looking in the mirror.

Months later,

I couldn’t believe what I had done to myself.

“I think I broke my own heart,” I told a friend

When sitting under the stars on my roof.

“What do you mean?” She said, utterly confused

“I told my heart that love didn’t exist, not for me.”

“My heart was young, beautiful, pure, and I took it

And I told it that it was foul.”

I told the stars they were beautiful,

The trees they were lively,

The birds they were gentle,

The breeze it was warm,

But I couldn’t consider myself the same.

I broke my own heart,

And I’m not sure how to put it back.

~Poppy 

[cherrycolanightmares]

when i say,

“just one last time”

what i mean is

you taste like

an adrenaline rush

before the come down

the high point of a fever

before it breaks

the humming in my brain

before a blackout

you’re the reason i keep

coming back for more

even when i tell myself

“this is the last time.”

-ivy veronica

[heartbreak--bandit-blog]

I am the Earth and she is the Sun, radiating beauty from her gorgeous autumn curls, as though it comes naturally to her.

"Have you ever craved something so much that your entire body aches?" I whisper to her as we wait for my taxi, balancing on the dainty wall in her front yard. It's then that I notice the fine cracks in her lips, like those in the withered leaves scattered across the concrete. She's so beautiful yet so unaware of it. Something tells me I'm going to love her forever.

[mayyxrworlds]

‘She knew one day he would have the entire world in the palm of his hands. He wreaked havoc on the world, but he never let any of it touch her.’