Very sad and painful words

Sorrow

Sadness is one of the difficult things for a person, because it makes him unable to do anything, and distracts his thinking, but it also has some positives, as it may be a source of distinction and a motive for success, and here we will present some sad and painful words.

Very sad and painful words

• I gave her everything, I painted everything for her, I lit all the candles for her, I wiped away all her tears with my hand, forgetting her is impossible but I forgot, forgetting is impossible.
• There are moments left for the absence of the sun, moments, and the evening comes, and in the evening comes the farewell, and in the farewell the eyes cry, and from those tears all the candles are extinguished, except for a candle that my tears lit so that he would not forget, that the farewell was one of the most severe pains, betrayal... farewell... lost... is not possible.
• I gave her my heart, my love, and my affection, but she lost everything, so I asked myself, where is that love? She answered me that he is in the realm of being lost.
• She said: Tears are not our tears, blood is not ours, so she said it sarcastically, how can they be one, it is impossible in her eyes, I forgot that I loved scattered air, her pain was hurting me, her grief was making me sad, I healed many wounds, and built great hopes on her, but I forgot that she had I killed that hope.
• For the sake of her eyes, I exaggerated my dreams, but I was surprised by the delusions, my delusions did not reach her yet, with fire and embers she burned me, my story with her tired me, so I forgot that wishes disappear under the feet of fate, I watered her sweet with my own hands and she gave me all the bitter, we grew up and she grew with us life ignited the flames of embers and made all eyes cry.
• I endured your humiliation and its wounds, and you stepped on my heart and said: My love, no matter what you do, I am comfortable. Drinking other than thirst hurts the liver, and love other than affection is a loss. Salvation. I don’t want an excuse. Salvation. Please go Madam.
• I became lonely, as everyone around me did not exist, as if the days were judging me to the death of my feelings, as if tears were captivating me. I have the land of groans, I no longer know where I will stay: inside me, or waking up to a dream that was lost in the pages of the years.
• I feel that I am words without letters and memories without a past. I feel that my loneliness will kill my feelings in this life.
• I have come to wish to live in a far away world, a world in which I do not feel human beings, but rather feel the morning and night breezes, the conversations of trees and the caress of dew drops on the leaves of flowers.
• Everything inside me shattered and scattered, I became pieces scattered over the pages of the sea, perhaps the fear of the unknown inhabits me, and those tears capture me, but I have lost my sense of safety and my trust in times.
• An empty, empty, black life, a deadly loneliness, the language of silence prevails, and the pain pervades the ruins of the heart. Even the body feels alienated and the bitterness of life. Loneliness kills me, pain inhabits me, memories of the past preoccupy me, and I feel that my worries will suffocate me and my sorrows will drown me.
• There are still wounds in my heart, wounds that are still bleeding, wounds that have rotted from the abundance of blood, wounds that made me cry until all my tears dried up, wounds that extinguished my desire to continue living.
• My days are black, you do not see the sun, and silence and torment inhabit them, and the darkness of the night engulfs them, and you do not know the meaning of colors, days when the moon has set, and you have mastered nothing but the language of weeping, days when you are dying, days like ghosts, days when you are breathless, and despair and loss overwhelm me.
• Was my heart hard for this abandonment to be my destiny? Or am I oppressed in the sea of ​​love alone? I am wrong. I loved you and you do not deserve love. I am so heartless when I called you Habib and you do not love. I ask you and please tell me: Yesterday you wanted me and today you turned me away, how do you treat me early? Oh the power of your hard heart, the right to forget and disguise and become for the extremities of my people while he is growing inside me? I am sailing with the world on a boat without a paddle, on the palm of time I am lost and I do not know where it throws me. It is strange that you do not long for my voice and love to hear my silence. I wonder if I died, would you be happy with my death? I did not know the taste of sleep, I felt that I wanted to die, and I woke up and called and told my will before I died, and I did not find anyone to give my will, to whom should I give it? Sure to you, my beloved, reconcile me, and about your feeling, teach me, O years of my life, enough sorrow, O years of salvation, the one who deserves your sorrows, I painted the world with your eyes and got lost in it, and without you I swore that I would not betray you, I love you to death and protect you, O my life, be upset with me once and please me once. Just don't forget me at all.
• Thirsty, the world is raining, and the eye is not satisfied with the sight. I miss you, the sweetest of people.
• Hey who fell asleep on my chest, how did you learn my treachery? You were a weapon in my hand, a dagger in my back.
• The hardest thing in the world is to sit with yourself and not find it. I highlighted the phrase in order to read it. I thought I was dear to you, but time taught me who I am just an unknown passer-by in your life.
• I will write our love on the wall of time, if we live we live together, and if we die we share the shroud.
• I love you so that people's hands lift me up to my grave, I love you so that the dirt and dust of the grave covers me, oh, poor heart, you see your loved ones sold you, saying be patient with your wound until God relieves it, my mistake is that I taught you that my heart is made of glass, I didn't know that he changed me taught you to throw the stone, write down the date My sorrows, and the judgment of fate, I live alone, neither vinegar nor the friend of all forget me. Patience left me as you left me.
• I can almost see the grave with my pillow in it, even my tears smile at my death. I am the one whose branches died, and my spring dried up. I am the one whose gardens of my love turned into graveyards for my tears.
• In this time, if you are wounded and tortured, they love you, and if you love and are tormented, they forget you. O you who take love as a game, beware, you see love as treacherous, do not think love is a laugh, you see time as rotating.
• How difficult it is to cry without tears, and how difficult it is to go without returning, and how difficult it is to feel distressed as if the space around you is narrowing, how difficult it is to speak without a sound, to live in order to wait for death, how difficult it is to feel bored and see everyone around you nothingness, and you are overwhelmed Feeling remorse for a sin you do not know and a sin you did not commit.
• How hard it is to feel deep sadness as if it lurks inside you, an ancient pain that you complete the path alone without a goal, without a partner, without a companion, and you and sadness and regret become a team, and you find your face drowned in tears, and the remaining hope turns into a sparkle.
• How difficult it is to live inside yourself alone without a friend, without a companion, without a lover, to feel that joy is far away, to suffer from a wound that does not heal, a deep wound, a stubborn wound, a wound that no doctor can heal.
• Separation is sadness like the flames of the sun that evaporates memories from the heart to raise them to its heights, so the eyes respond to it by splashing its water to extinguish the flames of memories. Separation is a fire whose flame has no limits. And the dead conqueror, the wound that does not heal, the disease that carries its medicine, separation is like love, letters cannot describe it, separation is like a running eye that after its surroundings becomes green, it dries up.
• and what about you? You did not bear all the days, you did not stand still, lamenting the ruins, wetting you with tears, you were pelted with pain, remorse consumed you, and the palms struck with the melody of groans for what had passed, so will you restore what was? No, you will not return the river to its estuary, and the sun to its rising, but rather you will be like someone who grinds flour while it is ground, and spreads sawdust, and you will repeat whatever it is.
• If they ask you one day about a person you loved, do not reveal a secret that was between you, and never try to distort the beautiful image of this person you loved.
• If you sit alone one day trying to gather around you the shadows of the beautiful days you lived with the one you love, leave away all the feelings of pain and loneliness that separated you, try to collect in your notebooks all the beautiful words you heard from your loved one, and all the sincere words you said to your loved one.

Sad poetry

From the poems that poets wrote in their moments of grief, we chose the following for you:

Sadness refused to forget

Farazdaq

Sadness refused to forget the misfortunes that hurt

My heart was not offended

And I am only like a people who follow one another

Some of the incidents of Menon

Even if the events were pushed by someone

Dear, when you reached my hand and den me

In the feast of this grief

Qamar Sabri Al Jassim

On Eid, letters ask me

Where did you kiss her? Where is her tenderness?

On Eid, nostalgia kills me

Eid precedes me.

How many dreams did not want to sleep

to wake up in the morning

I wear what is available from my eagerness closet

No, my body wasn't heavy yet

And the resurrection of the memory softens its sadness..

Will mirrors smile if I wear?

She has the clothes of patience in the new feast?

Who here will give me the feast of dreams,

Then he urges me, I don't buy pain

So he annoyed the people of our neighborhood with the splash of tears?

Who will call me smile..

Or plump over the shoulders of absence

In order that my heart may stir to rejoice:

It's the happy holiday

On Eid, there is no country that makes my laughter happy, no friends

They camp on my tears, not the people of my neighborhood

glimpses of hope,

No daily grocer for me, come buy a fortune

There is no swing that cures my childhood anger

How I was jumping like a memory

to lead the horse on my hobby,

And here I am chasing my dreams, but I am alone

On such a holiday I was

At a joyful distance from her bosom

On the feast of this sadness is different, I woke up

On the ringing of her moans

And the giving phone

He hugs her tears, and I kiss him..

He feels me, and kisses her palm

“My mother..” I call her.. and she knows that my memory is being torn apart.

her dress..

“My son….” She tries to hide the badness of the distance

The tenderness that eases my loneliness..

You cry and the distance heals

All of them and I am back as a child in the arms of her smile

I tweet, when my praiseworthy phone is turned off

The embrace of the voice let me down the anthem

And I sit back

Behind the wheel of my room, my bicycle of memory, I am

In a moment of memory, I am the postman

I grab kisses, sweets, and dishes of tenderness

I gather longings to embrace, as if my blood had frozen

In the veins of the mobile phone, the iron trembled

No banks of sadness

I went out to travel

The night yawned... and lay down on my life

He did not leave a horizon... for fun.. and for hanging out

His black sheet is not... a barrier

About him... and his tail does not end in magic

Soha morning... did not send his tidings?!

Or is it far from gray hair and old age?!!

Wasn't he right?!

Or has it been touched by ash?!

Until he hides his eyes from people

Sleep migrates... for days... and leaves me

On pillows... of thorns and stones

The sleeplessness of my eyes has become a companion... for her

Every day... Nadim with cups.. enriched

Clinging to the wings of a bird... it chirped

He keeps cultivating the cheek of the horizon by traveling

Sadness kissed my eyelids... and embraced me

My long night...on the night swing

How jingling clouds are in it! And how much did it shine?

I was happy to wash the face of the night...

with rain

The sorrows of my heart... seas without banks

But its waves play with sparks

The chariots of time gathered... and set off

In the land of my life... It left nothing but holes

The epochs of history intertwine in my body

I have speculators from Bedouin... and from urban

In me is a sea tide... and in me is a vast desert

There are stories in it... from the gypsies

The walker kept worries.... Do not leave me

I walk... and giraffes gallop...

…on my trail

It's up to my ribs... on every side

As if I am the Kaaba of sorrows from my childhood

She comes to me...without promise...as a songstress

You proceed to reach the one you love without caution

How many times have you kissed my cheek... oh my god!!

And she hugged me in front of people!!

She sleeps in my frantic bed... naked

And resting on my chest... without guarding

I was baptized since I was a child among valleys

With thunder... with black darkness... with danger

The lilies of fear... died in me a long time ago

Same with me is richer or did my destiny cry

I crossed the middle of the night... and it broke

When crossing... the dunna of fun... and the arrogance

All my leaves fell in a hurry

He was still standing across the range...

arboreal

Cry for me... I didn't drink...

thirsty

A cup... and I didn't calm myself down...

..to a phase

And how many letters did I write... lengthy letters!!

I embraced her...with the wounds of longing...and lessons

I rode... all the trains of the world... to escape

And at the stations... sadness was waiting for me

A harp in my heart... whenever I shiver

I am in pain... I vibrate like a tendon

April... pouring after desertion... his patience

Then the earth announces longings of blossom

He who whispered his green feet is a hinamah

It penetrated the universe's hearing... and sight

The conversation was... Hide the sprout between them

So the earth was enriched with leaves.. and fruits

Nashwa... lathered with spices, decorated it

There was nothing left of the dew

Every year... Al-Hassan runs a diversion

We take off years of boredom

I wish spring would come to me... She withered

From the footsteps of the nights, the flower of life

The eye of the one who loved it fidgeted, so it did not leave

It has a clear hand... and travel from the news

The buds of this love grew... and opened

On the banks of cores... and tears are lessons

Is a rose in the wilds of the heart... wilted?

Unless she gets tired of it... or gets tired of sugar!!

She didn't cheer me up at night from her homes

Don't you smell the fragrance of its tail

Those birds... if you knew our story

He would have asked her tweet with tears on the trees

And if we explained passion to the full moon... it would have rained

His tears... on the chest of the night like pearls

The land of torment is complete... You are my window

to the frontiers that are out of sight

You are the wine to my cup...

You brought it up

You are the wing to dreams and images

Who is on her chest.. I have yet to recline

Nostalgia bled the lips of the promise... so wait

I didn't choose to leave you...were you blaming?

There is no good in what God has decreed

Chains of abandoned iron court

I cut you off from me... and condemned me from others

Stretch your hands to the horizons...

And travel

You are present in the heart and sight

Like a star on the roof of the house... still

She remains a dancer in the dark night

I eagerly…

In the seas of longing.. cruising

She takes me around wherever she wants from the islands

I carried my mast without sails

I focused on it...

In the navel of the moon…