Hunger.

It rumbles through my torso.
If I don't satisfy it, it makes me ill.
But even when I do,
It comes back up against my will.

Sometimes I do force it.
And sometimes it forces me.
I don't want to eat.
But food is what I need.

I can't say no to it.
It's there, it must be eaten.
But time and time again,
My insides take the beatin'.

I'm surprised my stomach hasn't burst.
Nor has my esophagus erupted.
I am thankful, don't mistake that.
But how did I get so corrupted?

Some days I wake and I can't move.
I lay drenched with tears.
I have no motivation to function.
I'm overwhelmed with my fears.

So many days, I wake and say,
No, I will not eat today.
I'm surrounded by people eating food.
This is just not fair, no way!

I break. I by the chicken tender combo.
It comes with fries and a fountain drink.
With every bite, I feel more disgusting.
Do they know? I wonder what they think.

Nothing stays down.
I feel so sick.
I hate doing this,
but it happens so quick.

My fate is written.
I can't keep anything down.
But I've learned how to do it
Without making a sound.

I don't want to be sick.
I don't want to throw up.
But it's all I can do.
It all just comes up.