you feel like worn silk sheets

like home.

ambition
found within my independance
pushing for who and for what
i am today
where I am today

Secret affection but no public attention because she is just there to feed your ego.

I am a leech
And I can feel myself ******* you dry
I can feel you getting dry
Or maybe I'm just losing grip
But one of us is dying
And I hope to god it's me.

the sounds of silent screams from broken minds fills my lungs with useless disappointment.

I want to kick and scream and cry until you understand what you have done to me. The way you hurt me. So you know I took your promise seriously. I thought you meant your words. But I gave it all too quickly. So I sit silently praying that my silence speaks volumes into your deafened soul.