Best Sad Life Poems
People look her way
But they don’t understand
No one knows the pain she’s felt
The tears she’s cried
And the life that has died.
There was once a time
When the love was alive
The tears never came
And the smile never faded
The girl up above was the one who knew to love
The one who’s heart and smile was free
The one who used to believe in her dreams
Now that girl is gone
Replaced by one who slowly fades away
Destined to walk her own death
Fading to a broken lovers grave.
Walking as if the life was gone
Speaking to a ghost of her past
Screaming to be free
And wanting to believe again.
Will the life longed for
Ever be relived?
Will the love she searches for
Ever be received ?
Or is a broken lover…
all she has come to be?
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Reliving painful moments every single day
Envying other's fortune
Always wanting the love of another
Loving people who will never care
Inviting things into your life that you can't handle
Trying to forgive while dealing with more pain
Yearning for the perfect life that no one will ever have
I had the strangest feeling
Wanting to live in dreams
But its only there I could have her
The lady I love so true
It makes me feel so blue
That I could have her only in my dreams
And when the night has ended
And the day has began
I turn to a sad and lonely man
Knowing she is out of my reach
And the distance can’t be breached
Except only in my dreams
She must know how I am feeling
'Cause she sends me reeling
Every time she says
You’re wasting your life away
Trying to live in dreams
Wake up from your dreams
In the real world I look cool
I got everyone fooled
But nothing is as it seems
Cause I only want to live in dreams
To love her in my dreams
To stay living in dreams
Strange as it may seem
That is what all the world means to me
To be living in dreams
Nothing better that life can bring
Than what I get in dreams
The lady who is my queen woman of my dreams
I really need a break
I’ll put everything at stake
You can take my life away
If it’s the price I have to pay
For wanting to live in dreams
With the lady of my dream
For ATP
I understand
the need for redemption
when all they do is ask about me
and the phone company has never
even heard your voice.
The scar on your leg
hasn't yet faded from our accident
four years ago (you study those
scars every day, as if searching
for blame)
and you find it
buried beneath cobwebs of
false hope and deflected
stories of the life you had
and the life you have…
I can do no right
here, within the
wish-I-was.
If I were stronger maybe
or you less so,
I’d bandage your wounds
and rock you to sleep
but you are motion-sick
and healing just fine
without me.
How long before the
questions subside?
Will you answer in the
voice of pride, or reason?
Six years’ fallacy, or
merely unfortunate?
My legs are torn too,
but I don't wear shorts in the summertime
(I never tan anyway)
and I never said I was beautiful.
Scattering into broken pieces
Of debris,
My life has become a black painting
Of nothingness,
Within myself I see,
You concealing me,
I feel droplets of misery
Crawling into me, to simply become…
Me…
I wonder if my tears
Could water the eternal desiccation,
That fills my life with hopelessness…
When will “I” reappear?
Nothing but this undying pain
Remains,
The memories I thought would
Never die…
Have killed the happiness…
And have gone away,
Like eternity,
My sorrowfulness is my days,
Is my dreams, is my prevailing thoughts, is
Everything that creates my life…
It’s me…
Rage flows in my veins,
Like boiling blood;
I’ve become an explosion
Of resentment…
Like a volcano of red, burning hatred,
All these particles of my sorrow,
Crawl into me,
Triggering a reflection
Of the person I don’t want to be…
The Me in me…
Crawl into me…
The person I was,
The person that you were…
The person I want you and me to be…
“Farah,”
The calling of my name revived me
From talking to my shadow,
“Farah, go to sleep...You have school tomorrow!”
My mom yelled…
Before switching off the lights,
I glanced at my shadow again
With tears in my eyes,
And quietly muttered,
“Crawl into me...”
As the car door opens, she steps out.
She is beautiful, beyond all doubt.
Her dress is as elegant as a ballerina’s dance.
All eyes on her, gazing in trance.
Her audience applauds her as she walks by.
She fakes a smile when she wants to cry.
She wants to escape this overwhelming life.
It saddens her that there is always strife.
She greets the others as she walks in.
They give her looks and also grin.
She wonders if they feel the same way.
Maybe on the inside, they are not ok.
Do they feel the pressure to always act out?
Drinking and partying, that’s not what life is about.
How can we be an influence when our morals are gone?
Even though we hurt, we continue to push on.
Sometimes she wishes she could go back to being just her.
The movies and spotlight is not what she deserves.
She feels the need to fulfill everyone’s desire.
It takes control like a consuming fire.
She has grown weary with all the fame.
Life isn’t easy when there is no one else to blame.
The need for a normal life is there.
In the end, all she has is prayer.
To whom it may concern
I'm already prepared to learn,
To learn the life, life long teaching
There are some goals I need to be reaching
People tells me that, I'm all so young
Really, there's no need to be concern,
So curious adult life could be
But they keep saying relax and be me
From infant to toddler to teenage lifehood
All so much, I'm misunderstood,
Adulthood is so intriguing to me
But they keep saying relax just be free
It's much easier said than done
All I've been trying to do is have fun,
My life as a child was very, very complicated
I use to get so mad and frustrated
Growing up so fast at a young age
I only had time to just turn a page,
Still there are life lesson to be learn
As I continue to write, To Whom It May Concern.
Life in this forgotten world
Here noboby care's
Nobody shares
No one reaches out a hand to hold
Nothings ever peaceful
Nothings ever safe
Life is not really life in this forgotten world
Darkness is always around you
And evil consumes you
There is no life in this forgotten world.
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There's a lost little girl
Roaming this world
Searching for truth and for love
Aimlessly seeking
Never reaping
All she is deserving of
There's a lost little girl
Giving life a whirl
While living her life all alone
Hidden inside
Is where she resides
Ever since she's been on her own
The little girl's life
Has been about strife
But now she tries to mend
Still lost and confused
She's easily bruised
For love she still contends
Her acceptance is grief
Her guilt has no relief
When her past comes chasing her down
Still she holds on to her rope
With a glimmer of hope
That her life will soon turn around
Drowning out the noise, running to hide
Not a care in the world, no one by my side
It’s just another day, another lesson learned
Like pages of a novel, another one turned
Walk away from the past, no need to look back
Ticket in hand and my bags are packed
New life, new friends
Starting over once again
Being what I wanted to be
Living the life I wanted to lead
Traveling the world completely
Living the good life lonely
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I wish I had a life of my own,
Maybe that wont happen until I get grown.
At my grandma's house was the place I was free,
But it look like my mamma took that freedom away from me.
Maybe my life was meant to be like this,
Balled up in my own fist.
Maybe my world is at an end,
My mamma seems like my enemy not my friend.
My whole life is torn apart,
Maybe that's the reason why I don't have a heart.
I don't have a life she took that too,
Without my life what am I suppose to do.
This is how its gonna be for the next couple of years,
The only thing that I have that belongs to me, is my lonely sad tears.
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if i could count the number of tears
i have cried for you over the years
it would probably be in the millions
maybe even in the billions
please dont get me wrong
my life goes on because i am strong
somedays i even have a good day
and think maybe i know my way
but deep inside i will always feel alone
because a big part of my life is gone
there is no number that goes that high
because if there was it would touch the sky
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Swallow me,
Like the air you inhale,
And exhale the broken pieces of my soul
To cherish me in you,
Forever…
Swim in my eyes,
And drown yourself into my sorrow,
Sacrifice your life to sympathize,
Try to live my life of disguise,
Bleed like me,
Live in the reflection of my wounds,
Allay my pain
And cry my only remedy…
Sympathy,
Liberate me from myself,
To conceal my lonesomeness,
Free me…
Into you, and be my sympathy,
Let your words sedate me,
Bring the feelings we shared into reality,
Feel me, feel with me…
Don’t be my misery,
If only I can hurl the words
That bled in me,
To feel…just to feel
Some sympathy…
From you,
My destiny…
One night a young man appeared at my door,
It seemed he had troubles I couldn't ignore.
Some water and a phone call was all he asked for,
Yet somewhat reluctant, I opened the door.
As I listened, he told me a little about his life,
And I could plainly see, there had been much strife.
Well, I thought to myself, now there must be something there,
That the Lord could use in His service down here.
I told him it appeared that his life needed a change,
And it was God who knew how his life to re-arrange.
So, I fed him and sent him on his way home,
Then I prayed for this young man, that night, after he was gone.
Later, my husband told me of the fear that he felt,
That I had opened the door to a man so unkept,
How today, this is just something we should never do,
Even though God says,"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
Oh! What has this world come to, when in Gods word we are told,
To help those in need and are hungry and cold?
Must we now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels wanting to be a welcomed friend?
Now, I don't know if I'll ever hear again from this man,
But I was willing to lend him, my helping hand,
Just to share what I had, and one thing more,
A way that his young life could again be restored.
Yes, I guess we must now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels, never to pass our way again.
Here lives a girl, whose life was out of
proportion.
Used to have a baby; but decided on an
abortion.
Her boyfriend just left her, told her it
was over.
Now the baby's gone, he's telling her how
much he loves her.
She only has a few relatives and not too
many friends.
Everyone else left her because they didn't
think her problems would ever end.
Her father dealt drugs, her mother is a
drunk.
Trying to get through life living in what
you'd call a dump.
Sitting up at late night with tears in her eyes.
Hoping for a better life while watching the
sun rise.
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