At 5:30 a.m.

I woke up 
so tired.
Pain above my eyes,
that reaches 
down my back,
sinking its claws 
into my muscles.
It crumbles 
the remains of my stomachs
in its cruel hand
and squeezes so hard
that I'm not sure
if I want to 
throw up
or eat until 
I throw up.
I'm so tired.

This poem is about: 
Me

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