is such a funny thing

empty out the stomach

allow both ears to ring

a death wish

is so useful

to stop taking care of self

don't start taking care of self

what is self


sneaks up on me

plays so many funny games

funny for the mind

torture for me

starvation likes to seek

it doesn't like to hide

it peeps up whenever

I stop pursuing a fight

don't mind it

quite like it

as I reject all types of food

as my body cries for fuel

can't see straight

can't stand straight

can't think straight anymore

and as I think I'll hit the floor

starvation makes itself known

I'm pale with hunger

but no food will satisfy

the demons stuck inside

so starvation

will persist

I'll force myself to stand

maybe I'll just sit

force myself to breathe

I will not be sick


is an illness

the only one I want



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