the loss of him leaving me was terrible
it felt lie someone ripped my heart out of my chest
like a thousand knifes stabbing me
i would never get to hold are kiss my love
my other half he was gone forever
“Somebody lost their way, yeah? You silly little boy, with your spray paints and your droopy jeans and the cap turned back – no, that’s not hip, you just look silly. Get out of here; go make something out of your life before you lose that chance.”
I can’t express this word.
The feeling of loss, it’s just… the emptiness in your chest. The way you miss the feeling of their hand on your back in the loving embrace.
Or it could be
The way you used to talk everyday, but now she is mroe loved than you. It is so many things.
at a loss for words. i lost my best friend. and i didn’t know what to say. as he typed those words, said goodbye, and i knew i would never speak to him again, i couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say in response. it was the end, of a relationship and a voice.
I have a sense of loss sometimes when I think of things that I do not yet have. I believe. I believe that I will attain what I lack and that, perhaps, I don’t really lack anything. But today I do feel a sense of loss nevertheless. The truth, I believe, will straighten it all out.
The loss was traumatic enough. The original reports made to the middle school students was that the boy had committed suicide. He was fourteen. He hung himself with a belt in his bedroom.
Then there was an investigation. The police believed the boy may have done this while someone watched on a webcam. Someone may have watched him asphyxiate himself as part of a sick twisted game. A game that lead to this fourteen year old boys death while some mother fucker sat on the other side of the screen watching.
Everyone at school had played the “choking game.” the internet version was new, but they all did it.
Sometimes the hole feels large- like an impossible void, one in which nothing can fully satiate or fill. Other times it feels fine, impossible to be sad about. I guess it just depends on the day. Honestly, I have it easy.
i don’t think i’ve ever really experienced true loss. sure, i don’t get a job here or there or i don’t get what i wanted and maybe i go into a depressed mode for a short (or long) while, but nothing has really struck to me as being a loss – guess I’m lucky that way.
A loss is something that occurs when you lose someone or something. Something that most of the time hurts a lot. Something that can naturally occur such as death or something that you bring upon yourself.
Loss is something like if you give something away it is like your loss. Or it is like your friend says come play soccer when you dont want to they say your loss.
Not again with this word. Is it really a sad thing to lose something. It seems to be a natural process. Losing and finding and losing and finding … etc. etc. A circular hermeneutic or is it vicious? I don’t know.
I can’t believe things get lost. Why does that happen? I am at a loss even describing the how. Its just chaos. But, is it organized chaos? It must be because there are patterns. So our loss must be organized in some way for some reason. Is it our own minds losing things we don’t care about, to organize our lives? That seems morbid almost in describing lost relationships or lost people. I don’t know if those things can truly ever be lost.
Loss ist ein Bodenschatz. Glaubst du mir nicht? Ist aber so. Du hast vielleicht noch nie davon gehört. Und von wie vielen anderen Dingen hast du noch nicht gehört. Kennst du Ell? Siehste? Hab ich doch gesagt. Mannomann, du musst noch viel lernen, wenn du so werden willst wie deine Mutti.
I lost my cousin to suicide and I know that I never want anyone else to feel that way again. He was more than a cousin. He was like a brother and he was a great friend. He gave the best hugs and killed himself because he was bullied. I miss him so much. He was there for me when I needed someone and he didnt even know how much he helped me or that he was even helping me at all.
Loss was something Astor had dealt with his entire life. Immortality brought with it certain consequences, and that was one of them. It had never been easy for him, but he had always accepted it; he was always going to have to watch his friends die and there was nothing he could do about it.
Is it really a loss for me? not so much. I mean, what do really get out of the relationship? Nil! Yes, I used the exclamation point because I think that point needs to be made and loudly. I’m tempted to use all caps
I don’t want to leave you, I screamed at him as he slowly died. No don’t give up on me, I whimpered. As he died I cryed because I was afraid to loss my only love.
Sometimes, I am at a loss. Loss for words, thoughts, emotions, you name it. I lose myself in blankness. Where I cubby-hole my life, I know not. Searching.
The loss of a friend is a big deal. Certainly when it happens abruptly as in death we are aware of this. However, it is also true of slow gradual loss over time. When we lose touch with people slowly, calling less often, writing only now and again, and ultimately never speaking, we create a regret.
I wore my loss like a vague scar. A vanishing. I myself was lost amongst the shadows. I longed to be one. To vaporise. So I wouldn’t feel. That talk of a gaping hole, an eternal ache. More like your insides being scooped out. Nothing remaining. No semblance of self, of same. No normal ever again. When the wind blew, it whistled through you, the fallow fossil of yourself you had become. When people looked at you, they looked through you, like a ghost, a spectre. Nothing made an impression any more.
The emptiness threatened to swallow her whole. All the fears of failure, the realization that everything she had worked towards was a lie, that she had nothing to base her future on. That loss of hope and faith in success or even survival.
the loss of him leaving me was terrible
it felt lie someone ripped my heart out of my chest
like a thousand knifes stabbing me
i would never get to hold are kiss my love
my other half he was gone forever
“Somebody lost their way, yeah? You silly little boy, with your spray paints and your droopy jeans and the cap turned back – no, that’s not hip, you just look silly. Get out of here; go make something out of your life before you lose that chance.”
not to win.
I can’t express this word.
The feeling of loss, it’s just… the emptiness in your chest. The way you miss the feeling of their hand on your back in the loving embrace.
Or it could be
The way you used to talk everyday, but now she is mroe loved than you. It is so many things.
Can you loose the feeling of loss? That completely indifference to any sort of pain. Just blocking it out. Emotionless.
at a loss for words. i lost my best friend. and i didn’t know what to say. as he typed those words, said goodbye, and i knew i would never speak to him again, i couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say in response. it was the end, of a relationship and a voice.
I have a sense of loss sometimes when I think of things that I do not yet have. I believe. I believe that I will attain what I lack and that, perhaps, I don’t really lack anything. But today I do feel a sense of loss nevertheless. The truth, I believe, will straighten it all out.
A dog, a person. a death perchance. when one happens all the others rush to mind.
A dog, a person. a death perchance. when one happens all the other rush to mind
The loss was traumatic enough. The original reports made to the middle school students was that the boy had committed suicide. He was fourteen. He hung himself with a belt in his bedroom.
Then there was an investigation. The police believed the boy may have done this while someone watched on a webcam. Someone may have watched him asphyxiate himself as part of a sick twisted game. A game that lead to this fourteen year old boys death while some mother fucker sat on the other side of the screen watching.
Everyone at school had played the “choking game.” the internet version was new, but they all did it.
Sometimes the hole feels large- like an impossible void, one in which nothing can fully satiate or fill. Other times it feels fine, impossible to be sad about. I guess it just depends on the day. Honestly, I have it easy.
The ache is constant, deep and wide. He feels as though his insides have been scooped out, leaving him nothing but skin.
i think of losing my chap stick lol not really i think of DEATH lol goth much not really the real thing i think about is losing my dad
i don’t think i’ve ever really experienced true loss. sure, i don’t get a job here or there or i don’t get what i wanted and maybe i go into a depressed mode for a short (or long) while, but nothing has really struck to me as being a loss – guess I’m lucky that way.
The death of a family member like my awesome grampa. He was way cooler than you!
Jk But its probly true. Tractor races, it was fun!
A loss is something that occurs when you lose someone or something. Something that most of the time hurts a lot. Something that can naturally occur such as death or something that you bring upon yourself.
Loss is something like if you give something away it is like your loss. Or it is like your friend says come play soccer when you dont want to they say your loss.
loss means when you lose some one n your really sad about it and people say that there sorry about there loss
a loss is when you lose somebody like you can lose a realitive and you can count that as a loss and that is what loss means
The loss of their dog made them cry.
Loss means when you lose something and the you fond it. loss is passtence of lose.
Not again with this word. Is it really a sad thing to lose something. It seems to be a natural process. Losing and finding and losing and finding … etc. etc. A circular hermeneutic or is it vicious? I don’t know.
Is a moment when you realize something is gone and it is time to find something more wonderful to fill that void.
I can’t believe things get lost. Why does that happen? I am at a loss even describing the how. Its just chaos. But, is it organized chaos? It must be because there are patterns. So our loss must be organized in some way for some reason. Is it our own minds losing things we don’t care about, to organize our lives? That seems morbid almost in describing lost relationships or lost people. I don’t know if those things can truly ever be lost.
Loss ist ein Bodenschatz. Glaubst du mir nicht? Ist aber so. Du hast vielleicht noch nie davon gehört. Und von wie vielen anderen Dingen hast du noch nicht gehört. Kennst du Ell? Siehste? Hab ich doch gesagt. Mannomann, du musst noch viel lernen, wenn du so werden willst wie deine Mutti.
I lost my cousin to suicide and I know that I never want anyone else to feel that way again. He was more than a cousin. He was like a brother and he was a great friend. He gave the best hugs and killed himself because he was bullied. I miss him so much. He was there for me when I needed someone and he didnt even know how much he helped me or that he was even helping me at all.
the loss of light can kill some things. plants, animals, people. the loss of light is very drastic and can cause harm to many people.
Loss was something Astor had dealt with his entire life. Immortality brought with it certain consequences, and that was one of them. It had never been easy for him, but he had always accepted it; he was always going to have to watch his friends die and there was nothing he could do about it.
Is it really a loss for me? not so much. I mean, what do really get out of the relationship? Nil! Yes, I used the exclamation point because I think that point needs to be made and loudly. I’m tempted to use all caps
i have a loss of life. life is passing before my eyes, i might be leaving this world. the loss of life is drastically going into effect.
I don’t want to leave you, I screamed at him as he slowly died. No don’t give up on me, I whimpered. As he died I cryed because I was afraid to loss my only love.
Sometimes, I am at a loss. Loss for words, thoughts, emotions, you name it. I lose myself in blankness. Where I cubby-hole my life, I know not. Searching.
I’m afraid that my cousin is going to die. I would be VERY VERY SORRY for there loss.
Loss
If You Lose something it is a loss….. I think.
The loss of a friend is a big deal. Certainly when it happens abruptly as in death we are aware of this. However, it is also true of slow gradual loss over time. When we lose touch with people slowly, calling less often, writing only now and again, and ultimately never speaking, we create a regret.
I wore my loss like a vague scar. A vanishing. I myself was lost amongst the shadows. I longed to be one. To vaporise. So I wouldn’t feel. That talk of a gaping hole, an eternal ache. More like your insides being scooped out. Nothing remaining. No semblance of self, of same. No normal ever again. When the wind blew, it whistled through you, the fallow fossil of yourself you had become. When people looked at you, they looked through you, like a ghost, a spectre. Nothing made an impression any more.
A loss is when you lose something or someone and you have to fine it…
Loss: when you lose someone or something; past tense.
feeling so much loss right now
loss of self
loss of family
feels freeing to write those words
am loosing so many things, people
it hurts so bad
it’s a wave of pain
so powerful and horrifying
The emptiness threatened to swallow her whole. All the fears of failure, the realization that everything she had worked towards was a lie, that she had nothing to base her future on. That loss of hope and faith in success or even survival.
She had nothing.