hottart123

I'm tumbling into the Abyss. Rock Bottom. Where the only place to go is up. I'm on my way to Greatness. Without anybody's help. No one to push me down, and cause me to fall. Again. I'm moving up to the World beyond. To the world that isn't blurred by tears. And when i get there, I'm holding myself Strong. Where no one can push me back into my personal Hell, the Abyss.

Backhand. Punch. Kick. Until you cannot stand. "You're too fat, Too ugly, Too boring." Until you want to die. "I love you, I'm sorry It won't happen again." Until the cycle repeats

When I think of you, I feel ashamed For what I made you do. You thought I may be tamed. Idiotic thing to believe, For we lived in a lie. It was hard for me to conceive That you would ever say goodbye. So here I stand, Wearing a mask. With this final command, This final hope, I ask: Can you forgive me?

Dark gray, frightful clouds Show what I feel inside This somber morning

My tears spill for you As I wake to dark gray clouds And I remember.

Dark, menacing clouds Wake me; reminding me of My tears spilled for you.

Love is Pain. Pain is Love. Both these things are indescribable. Yet both manage to penetrate Deep into me. Raping me, stripping me bare. Leaving me weak, Unable to fight; Destroying me. Naked, I stand. I stand against the pain; Doing my best to fight it off. Through it all the pain continues. Continues to rape my mind. I am left without energy; Without strength. Constantly I weep, Unable to hold myself Against the raving beast of pain. I crumble To my death.

He stared into the distance, anticipation colouring his face. As sunrise painted the horizon he saw her. He knew it was her for he knew too well her figure, her favorite position to stand.  Unable to contain himself, he ran toward her. The open space between them never seemed to close. He sped up, quickening his pace, in order to finally be with his beloved. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he made it. She smiled at him, and he at her. He hugged her with an everlastin love. He had once more his favorite, most beautiful to him, cardboard cut out of Hannah Montana.

She sat on her cold, hard chair; eyes heavy with fatigue. She stared dejectedly at the blank sheet in front of her. Pencil layed to its right side; freshly sharpened, unused. She sighed a heart-filled sigh. Her hand crawled to the pencil. Finally grasping it, she held it steady; tip pointed toward the paperl With a look of great sadness on her face she began to write; thinking at the time "As much as I hate it, homework must be done."

Boredom is a very powerful being. He has captured me and is now torturing me with his constant presence. Just his proximity is making me unable to accomplish creative things. Save me from this gruesome creature!!