Showing sad stories for tag "depression"

The Inspiring Life Of . . .

Maddie West

18 Oct, 2013 01:48 AM

A girl named Maggie was born to old parents. Maggie grew up happy, social, and funny! The most important people in her life were: her BFF Britney, who she met when she was two; her aunt; her mom and her dad (of course!). Maggie had so many friends in preschool that sadly she had to leave most of them then come kindergarden and that's where she met most of her friends. She was good friends with on girl named, Kiki who was a great friend at first but then started to bully Maggie through the years. Maggie had many friends that would protect kindergarden through 5th grade. Yeah she was bullied up until fifth grade and it was on and off bullying. In first grade Maggie was not as talkative as before and stuck with a small crowd. In second grade she was very shy and developed a social anxiety... [Read More]

Tags: Life, Inspiring, Death, Sadness, Depression, Disorder, Bullying, Animals, Years, Friends, People, Best Friend
Votes: 0
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All Alone In The World

ShadowMoonMLP

24 Jun, 2013 03:11 AM

I walked into my first day of school on a cold, rainy morning. I was wearing a sweater, even though it was early fall, and much too warm for sweaters. I had to hide the bruises. My parents had fought again. I decided to attempt to break it up. It hadn't gone very well. I sneaked my way through the crowded hallways, praying I didn't bump into anyone and hit my bruises. Someone would notice if I winced. I reached my small locker and opened it. I was surprised to find a note in it. It read; "What's it like, to be all alone in the world?" "The hell?" I muttered, crumbling up the paper and tossing it into my bag. I heard snickers from what sounded like a girl behind me. "What do you want?" I groaned, spinning around to face her. Ariella. The only girl who knew about... [Read More]

Tags: Alone, Sad, Depression, Death, Hurt, Broken, Lost, Pain
Votes: 19
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love story gone wrong

Kami

16 Jun, 2013 09:50 PM

I loved him. I thought he loved me. He lied. Everything he told me was a lie. My friends hated him Now I hate him. The story beings now. The day we met he smiled at me. I thought he was just being creepy. Later I found out he lived next door. I went to talk to him to find out we have a lots in common. That day we stared dating. My mother is not one to like me dating, our relationship was just hated. My mother worked at night so that's when he came. He would knocked and I would open the door and he would kiss me and we would just sit and talk. He would hold me this lasted for 3 months. That last day he looked me in the eyes there I knew I finally was in love with him. He kissed me and left.... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Lonely, Sad, Heartbroken, Depression, Suffering, Sad Love, Scared, Secret, Sad Love Story
Votes: 10
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Cutting

Euphoria Godsent

03 Jun, 2013 11:59 PM

There she sat, on the lid of the toilet bowl, with razor in hand. Her hair was tangled, undershirt torn, floral panties, and dirty socks on. She could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were rosy, cheeks striped with tracks from her mascara, her lips soaked with her tears. She felt like garbage. She let out a loud howl, and broke the mirror with her fists. Warm blood ran down her wrist like a river bend. She took the razor and dug into the inside of her thigh. The feeling was almost orgasmic. She cut again, forming an X mark and then an O. Yes, XO, for love. Someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing her to shudder. The door knob turned, and she shot up, blocking the door with her body. "Get away," she growled. "What are you doing in there? I gotta take a dump!" the... [Read More]

Tags: Cutting, Pervert, Depression, Sadness, Family, Lost, Unloved
Votes: 5
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Sex & Drugs

Danelle

04 Jun, 2013 05:49 PM

Silently, I walked in the pouring rain, towards that old abandoned bus station, running away from Daddy again. He was drunk again, and the sting from the smack across my face began to burn with every rain drop that spilled on it. My jaw ached and I could feel my sweater rubbing against my back, against the open wounds from Daddy's belt. He loved adding to the scars. He always had a fascination with making me cry. Then he'd spit on me, and laugh at me. "Crying is for the weak, stupid little bitch! Cry a river if you want. No one cares!" "Daddy, I'm sorry.. I love you.. Please, stop.." I would beg and plead for hours sometimes. That only edged him on more. I sat on the only bench that wasn't drenched in water and buried my head in my hands. I could still feel the burn from... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Alone, Cutting, Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Depression, Bipolar, Scared
Votes: -4
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Almost Broken

Lily Vasilyeva

01 Jun, 2013 07:32 PM

Standing at the edge of a precipice. Looking down into the bottomless abyss. No way out. A few more steps forward, and you teeter on the thin crumbling line. One more step forward and you'll fall, give in to the darkness, let it shroud your senses with blissful numbness. Just disappear from here... If you go back, you'll break apart, shatter to pieces which then will dissolve to dust under the burning merciless glare of the sun. And it'll happen oh so very slowly. After you completely break down, after there's nothing left inside of you. After the emptiness takes over and your heart becomes hollow. After your eyes are blank and empty, glazed over. When every smile you make seems to be brimming with happiness, but in reality it's like a stake being driven through your soul. When every laugh is like another needle in the pincushion that your... [Read More]

Tags: Suicide, Sad, Story, Pain, Hurt, Depression, Heartbeat, Heartbroken, Heartache, Abyss, Alone, Misery, Sadness
Votes: 12
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Imagine this

Casey

27 May, 2013 04:16 AM

Okay, imagine this. Being the most "popular" girl in the 6th grade. (As so I thought.) having all the guys like you. Always the center of the attention. You may think I am all for myself, but I am not. I am being serious. I was considered, the "popular girl" not one of those snobby types you see in the movies, like Mean girls, or your occasional drama movie. I was caring. I loved my friends, family, god, everything. I wouldn't ever let anyone or anything change me, and who I was as a person. Imagine having all that, and thinking you're on top of the world, when a new girl moves in. At that time, all the guys started liking her. Yeah it's 6th grade, big whoop. But when you are in 6th grade, and having a guy like you, was like the best thing ever. Back to the... [Read More]

Tags: True Story, Sad, Fake Friends, Betrayal, Sadness, Alone, Depression
Votes: 7
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I Failed

ddangkochimp

27 May, 2013 02:28 AM

Hi there, call me simply ddangko,, well, just straight to the point that I've failed at my first job after 3 months probation. yes, I didn't pass that probation, and I'm always rejected whenever I apply job. All the interviewer I faced always look at me like,,"ah, you failed the probation" I used to work at junior programmer at some digital agency. Sooner I've found that the workload was really out of my capacity,, I don't have a strong logic and problem solving ability that a programmer should (have been) have (had). Maybe when it comes to learn, I had lack of catching and convincing a brand new thing that came up to me simultaneously. In any scope of subject. So here now it hurts me a lot that I realized I only made my private tutor feed up,tired, irritated, bored,annoyed…this happened to all the tutor that has ever taught... [Read More]

Tags: Failed, Depression, Confession, Sad
Votes: -1
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The broken bond.

Andrew

21 May, 2013 01:19 AM

Singing and acting has clichés, some accept and hail you for talent, others see you as the spawn of Beelzebub himself. My (former) Father was the later. He believed that I was in a homosexual relationship with my best friend, thought I sold my soul to the devil, called me "fat ass," or "faggot" and even saying things as horid as " If you don't lose your virginity by the time you're 15, I'm buying you a call girl." Because of the verbal abuse I was receiving, I saw a therapist, upon discovering this, my father disowned me. It hurts when you are so disgusting, even your own father considers you unfit to be his son. His last words he ever said to me were, "Son, its a fucking disgrace my name is attached to you." The look of hatred in his eyes was just like the one of the... [Read More]

Tags: Depression, Disowned, Hopeless, Disgrace, Hate, Bullied, Alone, Sad
Votes: -1
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Broken Up

Xyla Baites

20 Aug, 2013 01:24 AM

I remember a boy. I remember a boy with bright blue eyes rimmed with dark, heavy eyelashes. I remember a boy with feathery kisses and soothing hands. I remember another boy. I remember me. I remember my sparkling green eyes and plump lips. I remember my flaws and faults. I remember my willingness. "God, you're so gay," he'd whisper teasingly in between kisses. "Yeah, gay for you," I'd reply, breathless from the work his hands were doing underneath the covers. He solved my problems, my secret anger management issues. He'd stroke my back calmly and whisper in my ear how much he loved me until my breathing evened out. He made sure I wouldn't hit anyone else with no reason. And because I loved him, oh-so-deeply with my heart attached to his, I obeyed. I behaved myself and ignored what others said, even if they tried to provoke me. All... [Read More]

Tags: Remember, Death, Depression, Love, Murder, Sad, Memories
Votes: -3
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