#sadwriting

[devourthenicethings]

The Lonesome Birth of Afrielle Fallos

The birth of my first and, hopefully, only child, was rather lonesome.

I had not a soul close to me to aid me, as I had gone late in the night and called for no one. For why? This was my burden to bear alone.

When she left me she did not cry, which a part of me adored. What comfort could I give, when comfort was not sought  to be given at all?

But the rational, motherhood part of me, screamed out. Please, cry, child. Become one with this world and scream. I was begging for doctors and nurses to allow me to hold my child, to please…please. Let me be there for her as she sought to breathe air, to speak and scream and cry as only a human could. As if I could possibly make her? I want to be a proper mother to this child, this being I crafted in my own womb. And I fear I cannot- I cannot be a proper mother, I cannot love the way My Child deserves to be loved. For I am a product of my own mothers savage, and her abuse- generations of me and her may very well delve further and what if I become a very product of the generational abuse I sought to escape?

I did not want this child- but now, that I am not BURDENED but granted her, I shall become what she needs. I will fight for her and love her dearly as a mother OUGHT to. I wish to be the mother for her I did not have.

And as I held her, after what doctors would later deem as a most traumatic birth, I promised these things unto her. I whispered I would be better, would be good only for her. As she so desperately deserved….

#writing #oc #sadwriting #mommyissues

[bridieswriting]

"How could you do this to me?"

"How could you do this to me?" "This isn't like you."

Those words hung heavy in the air as we stood in your ruptured, cracked driveway. I could feel it instantly, the guilt that stood stagnant in my throat no matter how violently I tried to swallow. I felt my eyes stinging, it had been no more than half a second since you spoke yet already I was crumbling.

It still shocks me, after 20 years, the power of each syllable that carelessly tumbles from your unpleasant lips.

But this time it was different, we could both tell. And I could tell you don't like it. Our 20-year story is finally arriving at its conclusion and now I know for certain you were drafting your own story all the meanwhile.

This is like me, you just don't know me Dad, and you never will.

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[monster3nergygun]

I'm alone. I like to lie to myself and say that I don't mind it as much as people think but in truth I'm reminded of my childhood days where I would sit alone in my room, upset that I don't have anyone to play with. I'd ignore the feeling as any kid would and just play with my stuffed rabbit, imagining that we were on some glorious adventure. In a way it's like that now, but instead of imagining I'm out on the ocean or in space, I'm in my bedroom and I had just woken up to the smell of fresh tea that my partner made for me.

#writer #poetry #art #sadwriting #sad writing #sad poetry #deepthoughts #deep

[xander-arrived]

Some sad story I was and still am proud of 😌 #writing #sadwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/CmpfrNVy-3l/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#writing #sadwriting

[sadanon]

trying to write a fanfiction about Ahsoka and her home planet makes me realize that there isn't a very large vocabulary for togruti words to choose from when needing to write a character who speaks togruti.

time to keyboard smash and figure out which sounds the most like an alien word.

#sadwrites #fanon #writing #fanfic #help me #please i am begging #someone make a togruti vocab list

[sejal-jadhav]

" And I kept loving you without you allowing me to"

#ritika jyala #sejal jadhav #written #writters on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #poetry #love poems #sad hours #sadpoems #poems on tumblr #prose #quote #creative writing #lovepoems #sadwriter

[travelwithmestranger]

And, just how much more can you wait than all your life? Leaving you to experience this thought with a photograph taken on streets of Thimpu (Bhutan), an animation art, some words and a guitar solo (2nd slide 45 seconds). Grab your earphones if you wish to. . . Words, Photograph, Animation, Edits @travelwithmestranger Music: Feeling Fine Musician: @ uncleboris URL: https://icons8.com/music/ . . . . . . #wordsandmusic #waiting #artofwriters #artisticwriters #wordporn #aestheticwords #aestheticwriting #wordphotography #leisurereading #mymusings #vintageaesthetic #picturesandwords #sadthoughts #sadquotes #sadwrites #communityofwriters #inspiringreads #instareads #readstagram #readingcommunity #readerscommunity #readinglife #journalcommunity #bookmarks #poetsandwriters #thirdeyethoughts #spiritualquotes #timequotes #animationart #travelwithmestranger (at Bhutan འབྲུག་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_Baw4Bb9b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[mayyxrworlds]

#writers on tumblr #creative #my writing #reading #romance #stories #writerlife #writers #indieauthors #fantasy writer #writersnetwork #writeblr #writersofinstagram #authors #on writing #sadwrites

[soleil-in-retrograde]

#opportunity #oppy the rover #the exquisite crossroads of science and poetry #they called her *her* #wake up we love you

[silentriser]

I may be an amateur poet/storytellerBut when I am sadWriting gives me reliefAbove all…….

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[cherrycolanightmares]

when i say,

“just one last time”

what i mean is

you taste like

an adrenaline rush

before the come down

the high point of a fever

before it breaks

the humming in my brain

before a blackout

you’re the reason i keep

coming back for more

even when i tell myself

“this is the last time.”

-ivy veronica

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[monster3nergygun]

Am I ready? I say I'm ready and feel like I am, but, I don't know. Being trans is scary, I want to pass as a guy and be accepted but with that comes the social changes too. I don't think I look forward to my guy friends being comfortable enough to say really out of pocket shit, I'm not ready for women to be terrified of me walking behind them at night, I'm not ready for the social changes I'll face. Not at all. I don't want to be lumpped in with the rest of the men on this planet. But if I don't, then am I truly a boy? Or do I just want to be anyone else but me?

#trans #art #writer #sadwriting #poetry #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #vent post

[im-pretending-imthere-already]

I just want some. thing.

My body leaked through the seconds, the minutes of the hours I endured. The mornings, afternoons, the evenings. Mornings that greeted me with blinding lights, foreshadowing the universe clogging my contentment. My bed, dragging me deeper and deeper in its sheets, away from the people, the peers, the teachers, the parents. My sadness chained my feet together and pulled on my chest, my ribs tightening to its grip, my stomach pushing for a gasp of the fresh air that surrounds my body. But my head is long gone and I've forgotten how to breathe, how to move, how to think, to desire. My face, pained in purples that reflect the fear, the pain, the wear of the life I have been cursed with. My eyes, permanently swollen to the melancholy nights they had met the night before. My body screams for mercy but my soul rages with agony, with terror, with loneliness. Classes that drag on, people that seem to have lost their importance as my neck is weighed down by the chains of their threats. Never enough, never of importance, never there. Dreams of waves that wash me into the depths of the ocean, into the darkness of the earth's core, into the emptiness of the atmosphere that chokes me into its blankness, into its peace. Doing everything in my power to ignore my mind, to ignore the war that is raging in my head, to ignore the soldiers killed, the bloodshed spilled in the crevices of my corners, the tears that fill my eyes, flow into my throat, choke my lungs and sew my heart shut. After feeling like a rock for months, my sobs sit heavy on my body as I stare into the ceiling, my breaths on occasion escaping the emotions that are suffocating me, the tears that flow like rivers down the sides of my face, burning my skin. Carry me out, carry my casket with strain and remember why I cried, remember why I felt so alone, remember the spirits that sang to my pain, remember the threats, remember the suffering, remember that I didn't choose this, It was given to me.

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[blood-quiet]

#suicide #self harn #self harrrm #depressed #depressing thougts #end it already #end it please #dead inside #already dead #depressing thoughts #depressing quotes #quoteofday #Tired of being alone #tired of living #social anxiety #anxiety #hurt myself #scars #sad thoughts #sadwriting #depressing #sadquotes #i'm done #let me die #ending the pain

[adrift-solely]

How much longer must I put others happiness before my own? I can’t do this anymore.

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[lilyofthevalleyxo]

Tumblr is the only place I can say I want to die without judgement. Let me be overdramatic in peace. I sulk, I whine, and then I wake up the next morning and keep moving forward.

My cycle is self-loathing, tears, and maybe some suicidal thoughts. But I always keep on moving on. I have no choice but to survive.

Lucky me, afraid of death.

#exerpts from a book i'll never write #free write #creative writing #poets on tumblr #depression #sadness #sad writers club #sadwriting #sadthoughts #sewer slide #im so tired