Three Weeks Ago

I don't eat
So people think there's something
Wrong with me

And it sits wrong with me
Because I don't mean to
There's just no point

There's no point
To the things I can live without
Three weeks

Three weeks ago
I broke all my promises
I ate like a cow

I ate a lot of cow
It has to be smaller than
My fist

My fist is clenched tightly
I don't need food
I don't need food

I don't need food
I don't need food
But Maybe I do

But maybe i do have a problem?
Others point it out
I don't see it

I don't see it going away
My stomach just stays the same
I want food

I want food to stop existing
I don't feel like I need it
It just takes up time

It just takes up precious time
I could learn a language
Something new

Something new bothers me
I don't feel like I need it
"Eat it"

Eat it to survive
I don't feel like I need it
I don't feel

I don't feel like I have a problem
I don't do it on purpose, I forget
I'm too healthy anyways

I'm too healthy to feel this way
I don't think I do it on purpose
I forget

I forget what I do on purpose.