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Sometimes I wish I never ate Food became pleasure It’s how I rest Creeping into the kitchen at 3 am - making a crime Emptying the fridge, pantry staples Then pretending innocent when I’m called out I feel so ashamed that my stomach growls Maybe it’s a habit to want to eat more? The resilience of a kind had I had I’m sure, would not help I swear to have just a bite But if I start there’s no stopping Until I’m full to a state where I can’t move my body I fall asleep with a thought of What I’m gonna eat tomorrow And wait till I come home to eat Sitting in a classroom The pain and guilt after I binge ate If only I could to puke it later…
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I never ate
Sometimes I wish I never ate Food became pleasure It’s how I rest Creeping into the kitchen at 3 am - making a crime Emptying the fridge, pantry staples Then pretending innocent when I’m called out I feel so ashamed that my stomach growls Maybe it’s a habit to want to eat more? The resilience of a kind had I had I’m sure, would not help I swear to have just a bite But if I start there’s no stopping Until I’m full to a state where I can’t move my body I fall asleep with a thought of What I’m gonna eat tomorrow And wait till I come home to eat Sitting in a classroom The pain and guilt after I binge ate If only I could to puke it later…
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
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