Pages tagged with Sad

Margaret wants to move after her husband dies, but how can she leave the home they once shared with all its memories? Read on to find out more..
Sadness hurts. It's a hard time. Fundamentally, it's a good thing. No, I'm not crazy nor have I fallen off my rocker.
Written for my beautiful girlfriend, a poem about being lost and found again.
Indulging in memories of special times or people who've touched our hearts can be both painful, and rapturous. It can be all consuming, but ultimately we must strive to forfeit those feelings, to move past them or convert that pain into something that can heal.
this is a poem remembering the people who died in the terror attacks earlier this year. May their soul rest in peace.
This poem is dedicated to Wikinut.Its closure will be so painful for writers like me.Though I been inactive for many months, but my heart always beats for my love for wiki site.My heart aches,but we have to move on our ways.
They lived a wonderful life together, but now he lays in front of her not able to move. She can still see what he is thinking through his eyes before she finishes her last lullaby for him.
Just... Who or what caused that sorrow? There was no way to know it for certain.
Soemtimes you only have to reach that place where your inner demons and dark thoughts roam freely.
At breakfast, Mother's phone rings. It's Lucy, one of Lassie's daughters. Mother had notified her before to come so that we can hand her a little something. The little something is an envelope with a card and a thousand rands to help with the funeral costs.
After thinking this vacation has been going rather well, and that my initial fears of this vacation being a test of enduring of negative emotions and wishing it was over wouldn't come to pass, I'm afraid lately it seems we are right back to what I had feared.
If you live in Montreal it is important to know that winter blues is not just about the holidays. It can be a type of depression called seasonal affective disorder otherwise known as S.A.D. This acronym is very apropos because you feel sad or worst still you are depressed.
If you are a person who is trying to recover from depression, you know all too well how hard it can be. Depression is not something that can just be willed away. Staying alone and isolating yourself only makes the depression worse. Reaching out for support is important, whether it be ...
The love between a boy and the house in which he grew up lasts a lifetime.
Have you ever been upset and just needed to get away? Where? Anywhere to just get your thoughts clear. Let me ask you another question, have you ever been driving in one of those moments and a song comes on that seems to say exactly what you are going through? This is about one of th...
A poetry work on love 'he' can only desire but cannot have. The pain of loving only in 'his' thoughts.
It is really a sad time now to witness so many diseases being introduced all over the world without any medicine to cure those.
People have become more and more selfish these day's and it is not only irritating, but also very bad to the whole world as people are looking into their own things now.
my personal poetry that I have written that describes how I feel sometimes. I was having a day to reflect and I wrote this
It is winter where I am right now. I am feeling sluggish. It could be SAD, which has to do with the absence of light for long periods of time. But I am also wondering if it migh be something else.
This is an informative article written about Seasonal Affective Disorder. It tells why you get it , when, what the symptoms are, etc. Also some information about the summer onset and the different symptoms of this type. It also outlines how you might be helped with this disorder. It i...
The beginning of the end, Oh, how it seems like a turning of the tides. As the cataclysmic skies collapse in sorrow, I realize the one thing I was missing from my life.
Yes, she was such a beautiful illusion, but then, he realized it was time for her to go to a better place.
Mia ran home. Her bare feet were quite cold by now, and the wind and snow made them even colder. She hopped onto the sidewalk and then jumped onto the back of a carriage, it would only be for a few minutes. She would be home a little faster now. Mia really wanted to be home, her moth...
I honestly don't know where this came from. I don't know where this is set, or who they are. All I know is: the father is the king, and the boy is the prince. The little girl is a villager. Maybe. And, it is general fiction because it isn't quite horror, but it's almost there, I thi...
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