hunger

Hunger calls to me night and day
A hunger that isn't hunger
It tells me to eat and it'll be okay
Just like when I was younger

It whispers in my ear
and tells me that I'm weak
and says 'but it's okay, my dear'
puts a hand against my cheek

It tells me 'Just eat this here'
and I'll go back to being sweet
And just like years before
I can eat what I want to eat

Hunger is like a roaming beast
ready to devour
it gets harder and harder to resist
with every passing hour

It's like a darkness trying to swallow me
Just like it tells me to swallow the rice
and even though I know it's wrong
It sounds like it's just trying to be nice

I look in the mirror and shake in disgust
What's this thing that I've turned into?
When did my skin stretch so far?
What the hell am I to do?

So now I feel a wave of guilt
every time I break and eat
and I wish that I could change myself
with one single strong drum beat

the only thing that stops the madness
makes people stop and stare
the scars across my ragged skin
turn cold in winter air

and yet there's light in the darkest pit
a girl that holds me tight
a blanket of her love round me
keeps me going through the night

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Anyho...random poem for you there.

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