Feelings become sad due to a shock or the occurrence of a situation from a close person, and here in this article you will find the words of sad feelings.
Sad feelings words
- I feel that I am words without letters and memories without a past.. I feel that my loneliness will kill my sense of this life.
- I have become wishing to live in a distant world.. a world in which I do not feel human beings.. but I feel the morning and night breezes, the conversations of trees, the petting of dew drops on the leaves of flowers.
- Everything inside me was shattered and scattered, becoming fragments 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 time.
- Separation... Sadness like the flames of the sun evaporates memories from the heart to raise them to its heights, so the eyes respond to it with a splash of water.. to extinguish the flames of memories.. Separation.. is a fire whose flame has no limits.. only those who burn in its fire feel it.. Separation.. whose tongue is tears.. and his speech Silence.. His gaze roams the sky.. Separation.. is the silent killer.. the conquering dead.. the wound that does not heal.. and the disease that carries its medicine.. separation.. is like love that letters cannot describe, even if I show separation.. separation.. is like a running eye Which after the green circumference depleted.
- I feel that I am words without letters and memories without a past.. I feel that my loneliness will kill my sense of this life.
- I have become wishing to live in a distant world.. a world in which I do not feel human beings.. but I feel the morning and night breezes, the conversations of trees, the petting of dew drops on the leaves of flowers.
- Everything inside me was shattered and scattered, becoming fragments 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 time.
- And you.. What about you? You did not carry all the days.. You did not stand still, lamenting the ruins, tears wet you, pain spurted you, remorse consumed you, and palms struck with the melody of groans for what was lost.. So will you restore what was.. (No) you will not return the river to its mouth .. And the sun until its rising.. Rather, it will be like someone who grinds flour while it is ground.. and spreads sawdust.. and it will repeat, whatever it is.
- How difficult it is to cry without.. tears.. and how difficult it is to go without.. returning.. and how difficult it is to feel.. distress.. as if the place around you is.. narrowing.. how difficult it is to speak without a sound.. to live in order to wait Death.. How difficult it is to feel bored, when you see everyone around you as nothing, and you feel remorse for a sin you do not know.. and a sin you did not commit.
- How difficult it is to feel deep sadness, as if a long-standing pain lurks within you. You complete the path alone.. without a goal.. without a partner.. without a companion. You and sadness and regret become a team, and you find your face drowned in tears, and the remaining hope turns into.. sparkle.
- How difficult it is to live inside yourself alone without a friend.. without a companion.. without a lover. You feel that joy is far away.. You suffer from a wound.. that does not heal a deep wound.. a stubborn wound.. a wound that no doctor can heal.
- If they ask you one day about a person you loved, do not reveal a secret that was between the two of you, and never try to distort the beautiful image of this person you loved. Make a secret hiding place in your heart for all his secrets and stories.
- And 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.
- I gave her everything.. and painted everything for her.. I lit all the candles for her and wiped all the tears with my hand for her.. 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 a candle that my tears lit so that he would not forget.. that the farewell was one of the most severe pains.. betrayal, farewell, and loss 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.. and she answered me that it is in the world of being lost.
- She said: Tears are not our tears.. Blood is not our blood.. This is how she said it sarcastically.. How can the two be one.. It is impossible in her eyes.. I forgot that I loved scattered air.. Her pain hurt me.. Her grief made me sad.. I healed her many wounds and built She had high hopes.. but I forgot that she had killed that hope.
- I became lonely, because everyone around me did not exist, as if the days judged me with the death of my feelings, as if tears captured me in the land of groans. I no longer knew where I would stay inside me, or wake up to a dream that was lost in the pages of the years.
- An empty, empty, black life, a deadly loneliness, the language of silence prevails in the place, and the pain pervades the ruins of the heart, but rather wears on the body. I feel alienation and the bitterness of living.
- There are still wounds in my heart... wounds that are still bleeding... wounds that have rotted from too much blood... wounds that made me cry until all my tears dried up... wounds that extinguished my desire to continue living.
- My days are black, they do not see the sun.. they are inhabited by silence and torment, and they are covered by the darkness of the night.. and they do not know the meaning of colors.. days when the moon is gone.. and they no longer master the language of crying.. days when they are dying.. days like ghosts.. days when breath stops and despair overwhelms me. And getting lost.
- Was my heart hard for this abandonment to be my destiny.. Or am I wronged in the sea of love alone.. I am wrong. I loved you, and you do not deserve love. I call you a lover, and you do not love.. I ask you and please tell me, yesterday you wanted me, and today you are turning me away early, how do you treat me.. oh The power of your cruel heart is right to forget and disguise it and become to the extremities of my people while inside me it grows .. I am sailing with the world on a boat without a paddle on the palm of time lost and I do not know where to throw me .. It is strange that you do not long for my voice and love to hear my silence. The taste of sleep, I felt that I wanted to die, I woke up, I called, and told my will before I died, and I did not find anyone to give my will to whom I give it to you. My love, reconcile me with your feelings and teach me. In it and on your side, I swear that I will not betray you. A dagger in my back.. The hardest thing in the world is to sit with yourself and not find it. I shaded the phrase to read it.. I thought I was dear to you, but time taught me who to be just an unknown passer-by in your life.. O eye, do not cry and live the grace of oblivion. He does not respect it.. I will write on our love on the wall of time.. If we live, we will live together.. And if we die, we will share the shroud.. I love you until people’s hands lift me up to my grave.. I love you until the dirt and dust of the grave covers me.. Except, poor heart, you see your loved ones sold you. He says, “Be patient with your wound, until God will relieve it.. My mistake is that I taught you that my heart is made of glass.. I did not know that he changed me, he taught you to throw stones.. Write down the history of my sorrows.. And the rule of fate is that I live alone.. Neither vinegar nor the owner of all forgets me.. Patience has left me as You left me.. I 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 who turned the gardens of my love.. tombs for my tears.. in this time, if you were wounded and tortured, they love you.. and if you loved and suffered, they forget you. O you who take love as a game.. Beware, you see that love is treacherous.. Do not think that love is a laughter.. You see that time is spinning.
