Sad Stories and Sad Love Stories

This page is dedicated to sad stories of different kinds. It could be a sad story of love, loss, death etc. if you are feeling sad or pain start writing your own sad stories with us and share that with the world. Because in the end, only by sharing will we be able to live with pain and sadness. If you need advice to get through your sadness, just share your story with us and watch for yourself that how many people there are to give you a helping hand.

Aiden My Angel

Autumn

18 Jul, 2012 12:43 AM

This story is not based on fiction or fantasy, but a story of true and beautiful love. A love that was full of life and color, that was never dull or quiet. A love that was truly one of a kind. We had a beautiful beginning and a wonderful middle sadly however we never got our happily ever after... Aiden and I first met in our Freshmen year of High school in our English class, lets say it wasn't exactly love at first sight. In fact we practically hated one another, we were constantly at each others throats and we were both too stubborn and hot headed to get past this strange wall of anger that had been built between us. Towards the middle of Freshmen year we had finally reached talking terms, and by the end of it we were hanging out everyday at lunch and almost every other... [Read More]

Tags: Love, My Angel, Missing, Death
Votes: 83

My first love

perla

23 Mar, 2016 08:17 AM

His smile, if only I could have it . He was ... No He is my first love because I haven't been able to get him out my head and makes me sad to think that he doesn't feel the same or idk. It all started in 9 grade he was new to my school apparently, everyone knew him expect me. When I first meet him, it wasn't like the best first impression (showing if you screw the first time don't worry it not big deal), it was beginning of the year in 7th period, which I had him on my 2nd period too the teacher put him and me on the same group but he told me to past him the paper and how I didn't know him i handle him the paper and said "here you go" really quiet and he made fun of me because I was... [Read More]

Tags: First Love, Broken Heart, Heartbroken, Unloved
Votes: 1

Overcoming the pain

SaMmy Kaur

20 Mar, 2016 12:43 PM

I met a boy, not a boy actually met a man. A mature, attractive, charming, good, intelligent man. Exchanged numbers. chatting all the time. we had time for each other i guess whole day i was chatting with him. I was somewhere special girl for him. I got priority. He was like a more than friend for me. Gradually i started liking him. After several days we went physical.. That was the awesome moment i felt. But I had a question for myself that am I doing right. Should I trust. What if this guy walks out of my life and leaves me ? ohhhh!! bullshit how can i doubt him ? He is the only guy i trusted. THE BEST GUY. As the days passes I started liking him more and i was just clinged to him whereas i knew that aftersome months he is going to leave me... [Read More]

Tags: Moving On, Unloved, Pain
Votes: 2

Hopefor Broken Hearted.

Narinder singh (ricky)

02 May, 2014 01:21 PM

Since from childhood, I use to live alone, as loneliness was everything at that time for me. I always use to spend my spare time with my loneliness. I was deep bonded by my relations with my all nears and dears. My love for my family was infinite, especially to my brother and my uncle (chachu). But unfortunately I lost my uncle in accident almost 4 years ago on 20 April , 2010, after that incident I was all broken because he was my role model at that time even still. The influence of that very particular incident was that much Drastic that I lost myself completely and became addicted to alcohol and smoking. So that, I can destroy myself as I was not able to survive. On the other hand my elder brother was not with me while staying with me in a single room. Oh GOSH! I fell... [Read More]

Tags: Loneliness, Unloved
Votes: 1

Hold on

Walker

25 Mar, 2016 08:54 PM

I'll start this one with a quote from Sarah Elle Emme- "I bled onto pages To spare you grief I was holding inside, Blood mixed with my tears, my ink wove a desperate tale of another time, As pages climbed towards another sky the burn in my chest began to subside, Till the pain lie dormant once more and the blood, tears and ink had nearly run dry." I'll be honest here. I've had learnt not to believe in love, or people who believed that you couldn't go on in life without love. I was in love once upon a time, we were kids and the girl I loved was 'taken away from me because God had to call his angel back home, so she could look over me better,' as they said. She made me promise that I will go on in life no matter what, make world a... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Sad, Survival, Death, Happiness
Votes: 5

Crying Alone in Darkness

Jessica. Catafura

14 Mar, 2016 01:01 PM

Before, you begin to read; I would like to tell you that this is based on a true story and that you should read it all the way through. I had a childhood friend. His name was 'Ben. Pittwater'. He was my friend, my neighbour, my child hood friend, my lover and soul mate. And I like to think that Ben loved me as much as I loved him. Thinking back, the first time I saw Ben was when I was 9 years old. Even though he had a luxurious living style, he was the only child and his parents were usually at work and returned at around 1PM. I sometimes saw him and after that, I let out the courage to say “Hi” to the member of the famous, rich Pittwater family. I still remember the moment he looked up after scratching the dirt then smiling at me with... [Read More]

Tags: True Story, Child Abuse, Childhood, Death, Sadness, Despair, Alone, Foreve, Lost, Loneline
Votes: 32

Champion

Jaylene Cancino

03 Mar, 2016 03:12 AM

I am a fighter, maybe not necessarily with the world, but with myself. Each hand represents the incessant need to fight whatever my opponent is chucking at me. Somehow, within the midst of this fight I realize that my opponent is me, but an unfamiliar version of myself. A “me” I have yet to solve, a “me”, whom I have yet to break down and conquer. I have fought myself many times, but somehow, unknowingly, I have managed to create a monster who has thrown nothing but these power jabs, each having the ability to break me down. Each punch represents a life situation or an academic deficit I find myself having to overcome. But how? When did I allow myself to create such an overpowering replica of myself? One that I had no idea was being created? In life, everyone has the choice of either being themselves, or of... [Read More]

Tags: Survival, Strength
Votes: 2

My first love ... ??

Jen

26 Feb, 2016 04:09 AM

It all started a few weeks before school started.... I was finally in grade seven and we were starting a fresh new year! I wanted this one to be a really good one after the bullying incident that happened last year (my best friend bullied my other rlly close friend and broke us apart and got us into a lot of trouble, but now we're all friends again ????) Anyways... The first couple of weeks of school were really boring we'd just go to school sit there listen to lectures all day and then go back home and mostly watch Netflix and do the homework in the car the next morning... Then a couple of months into the school year (during November -ish) I got a dm on insta and it was a guy from my class that was best buds w my older bro so he was kinda close... [Read More]

Tags: Missing, Unloved, Hurt
Votes: 6

Lei the sweatshop worker

Hannah

24 Feb, 2016 07:29 PM

This is the diary of Lei she works in a Chinese sweatshop that apple run. She helps make phones. 27th February 1999 Dear diary, Today was my 18th birthday I still can’t believe it been four years since I started here. I hate it! But I have nowhere else to go or be. The conditions here have got worse, the place stinks of crushed dreams and desires, no one is happy here. I want to escape. Go somewhere, somewhere I fit in. In four years I have made no friends. I don’t need friends, I had friends when I was a different person, when I wasn’t told what to do. No one remembered I was 18 today, no letter from my family. All I want is a letter saying “hey Lei, we miss you and really appreciate that you have been working your but off for the last four years... [Read More]

Tags: Sweatshops
Votes: -3

Unexpected Ending

Clary Barns

16 Dec, 2015 11:18 PM

The rain was dripping down the car window. Sam was tracing patterns with his finger getting lost in his thoughts. Sam is 14 years old and lives in Springfield, Oregon. He has Brown hair, Blue eyes, And a lean petite figure. He has a 7 year old brother named Jacob. Sam is usually depressed. He feels as if no one see's him, as if he is the only one who understands. He can't usually explain his feelings, so instead he takes it out in a different way... by bleeding. "We're almost home" his mother announced. His mom has Brown hair and hazel eyes. "Yay" Sam's brother giggled. "Daddy can we play base ball when we get home?" Jacob asked. "Sure, why not. Do you want to join?" he asked Sam. "No thanks dad, you know I don't like sports" Sam said. "Okay" his father sighed. Sam and his family just... [Read More]

Tags: Pain, Emptiness, Depression, Sadness, Lost, Suicide
Votes: 19