Sorrow Quotes

I don't know why, but I get stuck in this loop of reading our old quotes. I guess I just like to reminisce about life back then.

I read some of the quotes and all I can do is just cry. I cry at the sad ones, and I cry at the happy ones. I wonder what

life would be like if we both tried to make it work at the same time. It seems timing was a major issue for us. But now there

is no us and that's okay. I am happy where I am now in my relationship. I think what gets me the most is all of the wild and

unfiltered emotions that we shared. Now we're strangers. We both know you hurt me, and we both know that I hurt you.

Knowing that, I am so unimaginably sorry for everything. Just know, that I was unaware of the pain that I put you through

while it was happening. At the time, I may not have cared because it was the same way you hurt me. How you pretty much

left me behind. Although, that doesn't make it any better or right. I will never not be sorry for how things went on both ends.

No matter how much I look back or replay memories, the sorrow and the guilt never gets any easier. I wish it did.

Maybe that's why I keep writing about it?
 

 
​Its been two years now, and it stills hearts as much as it did back then, but part of me is asking, why do ypu greave so much for a person you barely new? Then my mind says, but he was your grandfather why wouldn't you greave about his death? And while trying to figure all this and more out it just keeps on hurting, and whenever I'm able to get my mind off of that t goes to thinking about ​Her ​and the aching just starts all over again, when will this ever stop?

"How are you?" they ask, stroking your arm. 

They see the scars. They know why they're there. They don't like it any more than you do.

You shrug off the smiles and the questions. "I'm fine." A thousand other answers spring to your tongue, begging to leap out into the air. "I'm still hurting", "I need to know it's okay to cry", "I need to know why you say such cruel things about the man I love[d]", "I loved him once. And i still love him. And i will ALWAYS love him.", "What do you do, when you've found your happily ever after, but someone else slammed the door shut in your face?", but most pressing of all...

"Do you believe in life after love?" 

You stare into the mirror, when the guests have come and gone, the wine drunken, the bread broken. You stare at your eyes and your nose and your lips and remind yourself that someone once loved not just the body you wear, but also the mind and heart and spirit and soul inside. You stare at yourself and smile. You know the answer.

"There is no life after love. Love never leaves."

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to see you laughing
Laughing in the purple rain




Sorrow looks and feels like a bunch of old, dried-up leaves and wild flowers in a huge marble garden. Brown, brittle, dusty, unattractive, maybe a little sticky and mossy. No matter how carefully or gently you handle it, it’ll crumble beneath your fingertips, leaving powdery uneven residue on your palms you’ll feel like stays with you for days despite completely washing it all off. It tastes like cotton and smells like my childhood perfume. It sounds like an airplane descending to the ground - you know you’re safe and you’ll land, but the sound makes your stomach clench and drop anyway.
     — Sade Andria Zabala
 

Wrong will be right,
when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar,
sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth,
winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane,
we shall have spring again.

 

I leaned back against the walk,
the numb feeling control.
The wounds
taking their toll.
The pain masks
my emotional state.
Drowning in sorrow
is my only fate.
So I slide the blade
over my fragile skin.
Leaving wounds
both large & thin.
The blood trickles,
down my arm.
My only escape
is self-harm.
I've tried talking,
I've tried meds.
The doctors say
it's all in my head.
But I can't escape,
even if that is the case.
My fears are no longer
something I can face.
So yet again,
here I sit,
sliding this blade
over my wrist.
My other hand
clenched in a fist
as I swerve the blade
into a twist.
Carving out
the word peace.
As my emotional pain
begins to release.
My small smile
holds up a lie.
As I absorb
my own personal high.

-Tiff♥

What if I was to disappear for a while? Would you even notice or would you forget that I ever exsisted?

I'll never forget
the pain you
put me
 through.

When I look in her eyes, I see my future wife, I see perfection, I see a family. But when she looks in mine she see's only a friend, an aquaintance, Just a companion
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