There's a starving beast inside of me. Starving for affection, attention and your time, but too scared to say it out loud. Only if you had made me feel safe to let loose, to not be scared to be who I am, of what I am... I wouldn't have been so consumed by this hunger and this thirst to be wanted, to be loved, to be needed like the breath in your lungs, to be the words on somebody's tongue. But you starve me of this dopamine, only letting me catch a glimpse before leaving me a mice trapped in a poisonous scheme. One which gnaws at my heart at every moment, one which devours my soul. Only if it had devoured me whole, I wouldn't have felt so incomplete; empty yet every fiber of my being wants to piece the broken pieces together, so it all wouldn't feel so meaningless, my worth would have some meaning and value, my existence not a husk - a hollow shell.