her subconscious blanks out all traces of sound, leaving her vision vivid in sorrow despite the silence. they’re all stone faced, downplaying the tragedy. like the most important person to her hasn’t just been torn from her life.
she doesn’t realize this is just a painful start to a life of bitterness.
This is the end. The hamster is dead. The hamster is literally dead, and figuratively dead, too. I didn’t even think I had it in me, to kill the hamster, but I did. What the hell is the matter with me?
There comes a point where you realize that all the time up until now (not a very long time, but at least, like, a couple hours) has been a fever dream. You really can rationalize anything, just about. Dead hamster.
You were devastated by the words I dealt, In your eyes I saw the sorrow build and Though unwillingly, your feelings spilled. There was nothing I could do, for the words that I spoke were true. Your breath hitched. hands clenched. and your eyes gave me a glare, that said you will forever hate me, and that I have caused your despair.
I’m devastated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devastated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devastated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devastated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
I’m devestated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devestated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devestated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devestated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
With a loud crash I was devastated. I don’t know what happened two minutes prior and I couldn’t tell you what ensued in the following moments. But I do know I’ve never felt that way again in my life. It was over. Everything was over.
Why? I knew I couldn’t do it, but I had to try anyways. What was I thinking? Why did I get my hopes up? I’ll never be able to do it. This is it. I’m done for good this time.
John was devastated. His daughter’s first,last and only time as the star of the school play, He had queued from before dawn to get a good vantage point for his tripod, and had been zooming in on her for the whole show. As she soaked up the applause he realised that he had forgotten to press RECORD.
she left like the whole world has crushed upon her. like everything was lost, like she could never breathe again. her lungs left like they were breathing fire and nothing would ever be right again. her chest ached. she was simply devastated.
Devastated. I had never been more devastated than the moment you told me the truth. Everything you’d been through, how could I not have known? You hid it from me. I could’ve helped you. Was I that stupid? Did you not trust me? I am here for you. Open your eyes as I have opened my arms and heart. Come here and let me love you back to health. Please, don’t ever feel like you’re alone again.
I’m devastated due to the toxic nature of a relationship that I’m in. I’m very much in love, an affectionate person who lives with someone who is exactly the opposite. What do I do! I’m frustrated, bewildered and devastated.
“How long do I have to wait?”
“I’m not sure.”
Because she wanted the world, time moved too fast to wait and he lived in a moment that seemed like it was never going to end.
You see a bus passing by with about 20 students in it.. And over one of those many windows you see a little puny boy crying and hoping that the moment he is going through would come to an end. The other kids are just pointing at him and laughing.
That was how I felt when I came home to a vacated apartment house. How I felt when a space one occupied by two was now a solitary cell for one. I had just gotten back from the worst visit home in a long time, how could you just disappear? It was like a tornado had ripped right up my center.
I was devastated when I found out the news. Soaking wet in the rain, I slipped my cell phone back inside my jacket pocket. Rain dripped down my nose as I stood in the dark waiting by the bus stop in vain. I thought he would be here. As the light from the approaching bus illuminated the street, I realized that my trip had all been in vain. I got on the bus alone.
I didn’t know what to do. How can someone walk into your life with every intention of leaving it? I gave my everything to him, and he took it. He pretended to care, to love me, all the while just using me to get to my influential father. I loved him. How could he do this to me? What do I do now that he’s gone?
Devastation is more than a feeling it’s a state of being. A firm implantation of such raw emotion, negativity and the deep seated feeling that something is wrong and whomever the fault belongs to it’s left you feeling sapped. Empty.
It devastates me that I can’t ever tell him how i feel. I always push my feelings down because I’m so afraid that the won’t be reciprocated. Then I’m left to deal with my busted heart whenever he tells me about other girls. I can’t even be mad at him because he has no idea. Maybe one day. Maybe never.
That crushing feeling inside when you’ve known that you have lost everything due to failure or a simple mistake. That’s why you always take the cautious route to avoid the devastation. It may take more time to make the decision, but you feel happy about it. More
The feeling hurt, and Hazel couldn’t find the word for it. Mich… cancer… death? The words simply didn’t comprehend in her mind. They wouldn’t connect. Like a version of the connect the dots that was simply too large, it wouldn’t work. In other words, she was devastated. It mad her depressed. And more in love than ever.
“Have I ever told you that the world becomes duller without you by my side?”
She didn’t respond.
“I’m serious! Everything just becomes so… dull.”
Still nothing.
“Of course, when you told me you weren’t interested in me, that hurt more than anything. It felt like my entire world was crashing down around me. Every color that burst to life at the sight of you; every sight that exploded into something bigger than itself at the sound of your beautiful voice; they were all gone.”
I took a shuddering breath. “I couldn’t bear that kind of pain. Knowing that I would never see things the way I saw them when you were around… I was devastated. I was destroyed.” I smiled fondly, though it felt tinted with a strange sadness even to me.
Brushing the side of her cheek softly, I picked up my paintbrush again and dipped it into the paint, studying her form for a moment more before adding another streak to my latest masterpiece.
“Almost done,” I sighed in satisfaction. “It’s all because of you, my darling.”
Still she said nothing.
“I know this decision wasn’t easy for you,” I said, then chuckled. “Oh, you threw a fit; I remember that much clearly. But aren’t you glad you came with me in the end? Isn’t this so much better than anything else you could’ve been offered? Here, you are a goddess. Here, you are my muse. What else could you want?”
No answer still. I nodded in understanding; there was nothing to be said.
Time passed, but if I was questioned after I finished I would not be able to say how much. I was lost in her beauty; lost in the art she and I were creating.
“There we are,” I told her as I stood to stretch my stiff muscles. The chair I had was no good; I would need a more comfortable one if I wanted to avoid some permanent injury. Maybe the money from these paintings could-
“No,” I hissed, clutching the edge of the painting. “This is all for you, my love,” I added in a somewhat softer tone, worried that I had frightened her. Picking up the painting, I walked to the wall and hung it.
Stepping back, I couldn’t help but admire my work. Sketches, paintings, carvings, figurines; works of art numbering in the hundreds stood proudly all around the workshop.
It was all for her. Everything was for her.
Still, she never said anything about them. She and I were both rendered speechless, though possibly for different reasons. I could only speak for my own heart on such a matter.
Just the thought of her made my heart beat faster; sent my pulse pounding away. Only she affected me in such a way.
Glancing down at my watch, I sighed. Though I would love nothing more than to stay by her side for the rest of eternity, I had obligations to fulfill.
I approached the bed she lay upon. She wanted for nothing in this castle I had built her; she had only the finest silk sheets, pillows made of the softest down. Even the soft, shimmering gown she wore cost more than most hope to make in a year.
“Goodnight, little dove,” I said, leaning down to press my lips tenderly on her cold forehead. “I’ll see you again as soon as I’m able.”
She said nothing. Then again, she never did. Not anymore.
I grabbed my coat from the hanger next to the door and had a nagging sense that I was forgetting something. Thinking for a moment more, I let out a short gasp of surprise.
“I almost forgot!” I exclaimed as I dug into the pocket of the coat, my hand wrapping around a small glass box. I pulled it out and reached inside, grabbing the lively rose within. I smiled as I turned around and walked back to her bedside, pressing it between her hands. I watched as one of the thorns went inside, but no blood came out when I pulled it out.
Ah, but this was truly a sight to see. Such beautiful colors; such splendid contrast. Two displays of nature’s beauty. Two works of art crafted by a master’s hand. Red against the soft white of her wedding gown. Life held in the hands of Death.
I kissed her empty body one last time before putting on my coat and striding out the door, careful to lock it behind me and cover the entrance to keep anyone from finding my masterpiece or my muse. They would never understand.
After Lisa’s father died just before midnight on New Year’s Eve, the entire family was devastated, but none as much as, of course, Lisa. It took three weeks for her to step out of her room, and another two to go outside. By the time I received a text from her, I was beginning to wonder if she had grown thinner or more pale. I was surprised that, when we met in front of the mall, she was just as plump and rosy as ever. But her eyes were certainly not as bright.
With her knees drawn up to her chin and her cheeks smeared with the remains of her makeup, she looked so small, so devastated, I hardly recognized the fiery girl who’d brought me this far.
I am devastated when I disappoint myself- when I see myself as a harbinger of misery or my actions have brought someone else down. I strive to never be guilty again of this, and that has led me to greater self awareness. For that, I am grateful.
I was devastated. I didn’t know I could ever feel this way, but the way he was looking at me only made me feel more and more uncomfortable.
My father was dying, and there was nothing that I could do about it. All I could do was watch as the happiness fled from his face as all life as he knew it went away. And he was being calm, and I was upset.
Tears, complete emptiness, feeling lonely, rejected. Just the stuff you hate to wake up to on the monday morning. going to work and realizing what you’ve just done is worthless. not finding a meaning to what you want to do.
I was devastated the day she died. I was mad that I hadn’t been there, that I had been distracting myself any way I knew how. I wasn’t even mad that she was gone. It’s what she wanted. It was her time. I was pissed off that I had let years of getting to know her go down the drain. We could have been so close as I entered adulthood. I would have understood her. My anxieties and depression. She could have been someone I could talk to.
The storm had finally stopped and when we climbed out of the tornado shelter, the air felt positively electric. The sky was a radiant blue, and the air tasted like salt. There was a freshness to the chaos. My dad’s truck was demolished by our biggest tree and our house was nothing but a crater. Looks like we were going to have to move again.
Yep, that’s how i feel when I think about how I went for my dream job, fought for it, confidently told people I could and would do it well and then, 10 months in its an absolute cluster fuck… devastated!
Yes I have been of late. I just found out that 10 women who lived together and that i grew up with dies in a plane crash. These women have been a great support to me emotionally for years so their death has made me feel like part of my heart has been ripped from me, and that I’ll never get it back.
They’re a wreck, I admit (as if I’m the cause.) She chose to walk on water, instead. Without sulfurous smoke and ash, without the burnt edged carbon fragments of something to stamp into the earth again, maybe it’s easier to forget. Because, it’s the feeling you can’t shake that does it, combined with the lack of motivation or method to make reparations. It’s like I said about slated beginnings (except when someone uses your chalkboard as their own.)
Mostly, Katie was average and was always down. Katie’s birthday was coming up and she knew none of her friends would be around to celebrate it with her, but she came home devasteated to a surprise birthday party some days after.
there was a time when i would never be devastated now it all i can do to put on a happy face. those around me dont notice the pain i live through daily. i hope that they never go through this
He looked at the scene before him with a slack jawed stare the likes of which he didn’t know that he was capable of attaining. How could this have happened? Where had they come from? The hordes stretched on further thn the eye could see and the blood ran deeper than the lungs could swim.
My heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand shattered pieces of glass. I looked around at my now ruined home. Smoke still rose from the ashes of buildings, while others still flamed. In short, I was devastated.
Hurt and deflated. Misunderstood. Miscommunication lead to a feeling of inadicuate and the fizzling out of a dream, of a promise. But. But there is hope. There is Jesus.
her subconscious blanks out all traces of sound, leaving her vision vivid in sorrow despite the silence. they’re all stone faced, downplaying the tragedy. like the most important person to her hasn’t just been torn from her life.
she doesn’t realize this is just a painful start to a life of bitterness.
This is the end. The hamster is dead. The hamster is literally dead, and figuratively dead, too. I didn’t even think I had it in me, to kill the hamster, but I did. What the hell is the matter with me?
There comes a point where you realize that all the time up until now (not a very long time, but at least, like, a couple hours) has been a fever dream. You really can rationalize anything, just about. Dead hamster.
You were devastated by the words I dealt, In your eyes I saw the sorrow build and Though unwillingly, your feelings spilled. There was nothing I could do, for the words that I spoke were true. Your breath hitched. hands clenched. and your eyes gave me a glare, that said you will forever hate me, and that I have caused your despair.
I’m devastated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devastated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devastated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devastated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
I’m devestated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devestated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devestated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devestated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
With a loud crash I was devastated. I don’t know what happened two minutes prior and I couldn’t tell you what ensued in the following moments. But I do know I’ve never felt that way again in my life. It was over. Everything was over.
Why? I knew I couldn’t do it, but I had to try anyways. What was I thinking? Why did I get my hopes up? I’ll never be able to do it. This is it. I’m done for good this time.
John was devastated. His daughter’s first,last and only time as the star of the school play, He had queued from before dawn to get a good vantage point for his tripod, and had been zooming in on her for the whole show. As she soaked up the applause he realised that he had forgotten to press RECORD.
she left like the whole world has crushed upon her. like everything was lost, like she could never breathe again. her lungs left like they were breathing fire and nothing would ever be right again. her chest ached. she was simply devastated.
Devastated. I had never been more devastated than the moment you told me the truth. Everything you’d been through, how could I not have known? You hid it from me. I could’ve helped you. Was I that stupid? Did you not trust me? I am here for you. Open your eyes as I have opened my arms and heart. Come here and let me love you back to health. Please, don’t ever feel like you’re alone again.
I’m devastated due to the toxic nature of a relationship that I’m in. I’m very much in love, an affectionate person who lives with someone who is exactly the opposite. What do I do! I’m frustrated, bewildered and devastated.
Without words,
we couldn’t lie;
Without lying,
we couldn’t die.
“How long do I have to wait?”
“I’m not sure.”
Because she wanted the world, time moved too fast to wait and he lived in a moment that seemed like it was never going to end.
You see a bus passing by with about 20 students in it.. And over one of those many windows you see a little puny boy crying and hoping that the moment he is going through would come to an end. The other kids are just pointing at him and laughing.
That was how I felt when I came home to a vacated apartment house. How I felt when a space one occupied by two was now a solitary cell for one. I had just gotten back from the worst visit home in a long time, how could you just disappear? It was like a tornado had ripped right up my center.
I was devastated when I found out the news. Soaking wet in the rain, I slipped my cell phone back inside my jacket pocket. Rain dripped down my nose as I stood in the dark waiting by the bus stop in vain. I thought he would be here. As the light from the approaching bus illuminated the street, I realized that my trip had all been in vain. I got on the bus alone.
I didn’t know what to do. How can someone walk into your life with every intention of leaving it? I gave my everything to him, and he took it. He pretended to care, to love me, all the while just using me to get to my influential father. I loved him. How could he do this to me? What do I do now that he’s gone?
Devastation is more than a feeling it’s a state of being. A firm implantation of such raw emotion, negativity and the deep seated feeling that something is wrong and whomever the fault belongs to it’s left you feeling sapped. Empty.
It devastates me that I can’t ever tell him how i feel. I always push my feelings down because I’m so afraid that the won’t be reciprocated. Then I’m left to deal with my busted heart whenever he tells me about other girls. I can’t even be mad at him because he has no idea. Maybe one day. Maybe never.
That crushing feeling inside when you’ve known that you have lost everything due to failure or a simple mistake. That’s why you always take the cautious route to avoid the devastation. It may take more time to make the decision, but you feel happy about it. More
Tears.
Fear.
Regret.
This has torn me down from the inside out.
Death is certain.
Dammit. :(
The feeling hurt, and Hazel couldn’t find the word for it. Mich… cancer… death? The words simply didn’t comprehend in her mind. They wouldn’t connect. Like a version of the connect the dots that was simply too large, it wouldn’t work. In other words, she was devastated. It mad her depressed. And more in love than ever.
“Have I ever told you that the world becomes duller without you by my side?”
She didn’t respond.
“I’m serious! Everything just becomes so… dull.”
Still nothing.
“Of course, when you told me you weren’t interested in me, that hurt more than anything. It felt like my entire world was crashing down around me. Every color that burst to life at the sight of you; every sight that exploded into something bigger than itself at the sound of your beautiful voice; they were all gone.”
I took a shuddering breath. “I couldn’t bear that kind of pain. Knowing that I would never see things the way I saw them when you were around… I was devastated. I was destroyed.” I smiled fondly, though it felt tinted with a strange sadness even to me.
Brushing the side of her cheek softly, I picked up my paintbrush again and dipped it into the paint, studying her form for a moment more before adding another streak to my latest masterpiece.
“Almost done,” I sighed in satisfaction. “It’s all because of you, my darling.”
Still she said nothing.
“I know this decision wasn’t easy for you,” I said, then chuckled. “Oh, you threw a fit; I remember that much clearly. But aren’t you glad you came with me in the end? Isn’t this so much better than anything else you could’ve been offered? Here, you are a goddess. Here, you are my muse. What else could you want?”
No answer still. I nodded in understanding; there was nothing to be said.
Time passed, but if I was questioned after I finished I would not be able to say how much. I was lost in her beauty; lost in the art she and I were creating.
“There we are,” I told her as I stood to stretch my stiff muscles. The chair I had was no good; I would need a more comfortable one if I wanted to avoid some permanent injury. Maybe the money from these paintings could-
“No,” I hissed, clutching the edge of the painting. “This is all for you, my love,” I added in a somewhat softer tone, worried that I had frightened her. Picking up the painting, I walked to the wall and hung it.
Stepping back, I couldn’t help but admire my work. Sketches, paintings, carvings, figurines; works of art numbering in the hundreds stood proudly all around the workshop.
It was all for her. Everything was for her.
Still, she never said anything about them. She and I were both rendered speechless, though possibly for different reasons. I could only speak for my own heart on such a matter.
Just the thought of her made my heart beat faster; sent my pulse pounding away. Only she affected me in such a way.
Glancing down at my watch, I sighed. Though I would love nothing more than to stay by her side for the rest of eternity, I had obligations to fulfill.
I approached the bed she lay upon. She wanted for nothing in this castle I had built her; she had only the finest silk sheets, pillows made of the softest down. Even the soft, shimmering gown she wore cost more than most hope to make in a year.
“Goodnight, little dove,” I said, leaning down to press my lips tenderly on her cold forehead. “I’ll see you again as soon as I’m able.”
She said nothing. Then again, she never did. Not anymore.
I grabbed my coat from the hanger next to the door and had a nagging sense that I was forgetting something. Thinking for a moment more, I let out a short gasp of surprise.
“I almost forgot!” I exclaimed as I dug into the pocket of the coat, my hand wrapping around a small glass box. I pulled it out and reached inside, grabbing the lively rose within. I smiled as I turned around and walked back to her bedside, pressing it between her hands. I watched as one of the thorns went inside, but no blood came out when I pulled it out.
Ah, but this was truly a sight to see. Such beautiful colors; such splendid contrast. Two displays of nature’s beauty. Two works of art crafted by a master’s hand. Red against the soft white of her wedding gown. Life held in the hands of Death.
I kissed her empty body one last time before putting on my coat and striding out the door, careful to lock it behind me and cover the entrance to keep anyone from finding my masterpiece or my muse. They would never understand.
Oh, but how I miss the sound of her voice.
After Lisa’s father died just before midnight on New Year’s Eve, the entire family was devastated, but none as much as, of course, Lisa. It took three weeks for her to step out of her room, and another two to go outside. By the time I received a text from her, I was beginning to wonder if she had grown thinner or more pale. I was surprised that, when we met in front of the mall, she was just as plump and rosy as ever. But her eyes were certainly not as bright.
With her knees drawn up to her chin and her cheeks smeared with the remains of her makeup, she looked so small, so devastated, I hardly recognized the fiery girl who’d brought me this far.
I am devastated when I disappoint myself- when I see myself as a harbinger of misery or my actions have brought someone else down. I strive to never be guilty again of this, and that has led me to greater self awareness. For that, I am grateful.
I was devastated. I didn’t know I could ever feel this way, but the way he was looking at me only made me feel more and more uncomfortable.
My father was dying, and there was nothing that I could do about it. All I could do was watch as the happiness fled from his face as all life as he knew it went away. And he was being calm, and I was upset.
Tears, complete emptiness, feeling lonely, rejected. Just the stuff you hate to wake up to on the monday morning. going to work and realizing what you’ve just done is worthless. not finding a meaning to what you want to do.
I was devastated the day she died. I was mad that I hadn’t been there, that I had been distracting myself any way I knew how. I wasn’t even mad that she was gone. It’s what she wanted. It was her time. I was pissed off that I had let years of getting to know her go down the drain. We could have been so close as I entered adulthood. I would have understood her. My anxieties and depression. She could have been someone I could talk to.
The storm had finally stopped and when we climbed out of the tornado shelter, the air felt positively electric. The sky was a radiant blue, and the air tasted like salt. There was a freshness to the chaos. My dad’s truck was demolished by our biggest tree and our house was nothing but a crater. Looks like we were going to have to move again.
Jack was devastated when he received the award.
“How can i fail when even my worst efforts are rewarded?
More than just sadness, devastation is a loss. The feeling of your hopes just crumbling away till all you are aware of is the ache in your chest.
Yep, that’s how i feel when I think about how I went for my dream job, fought for it, confidently told people I could and would do it well and then, 10 months in its an absolute cluster fuck… devastated!
Yes I have been of late. I just found out that 10 women who lived together and that i grew up with dies in a plane crash. These women have been a great support to me emotionally for years so their death has made me feel like part of my heart has been ripped from me, and that I’ll never get it back.
They’re a wreck, I admit (as if I’m the cause.) She chose to walk on water, instead. Without sulfurous smoke and ash, without the burnt edged carbon fragments of something to stamp into the earth again, maybe it’s easier to forget. Because, it’s the feeling you can’t shake that does it, combined with the lack of motivation or method to make reparations. It’s like I said about slated beginnings (except when someone uses your chalkboard as their own.)
Mostly, Katie was average and was always down. Katie’s birthday was coming up and she knew none of her friends would be around to celebrate it with her, but she came home devasteated to a surprise birthday party some days after.
there was a time when i would never be devastated now it all i can do to put on a happy face. those around me dont notice the pain i live through daily. i hope that they never go through this
He looked at the scene before him with a slack jawed stare the likes of which he didn’t know that he was capable of attaining. How could this have happened? Where had they come from? The hordes stretched on further thn the eye could see and the blood ran deeper than the lungs could swim.
My heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand shattered pieces of glass. I looked around at my now ruined home. Smoke still rose from the ashes of buildings, while others still flamed. In short, I was devastated.
Hurt and deflated. Misunderstood. Miscommunication lead to a feeling of inadicuate and the fizzling out of a dream, of a promise. But. But there is hope. There is Jesus.