I forgot to eat breakfast this morning,
and now I feel like I'm going insane.
I can feel the hunger welling up inside,
the crescendos up and down,
I fight to ignore,
to just keep it all down,
but I can't lie to myself,
the pain feels good.
I can feel the dread filling me up,
as my empty stomach rumbles,
No snacks, not even a morsel of food,
and lunch is hours away.
I'm shaking now from hunger and panic,
I don't know what to do, how to ask for help.
All throughout the day, random memories pop up,
the hours spent awake at night,
cold and restless,
filling up on water and gum,
the endless, addictive pain.
I don't know how I got through it each and every day.
I think back to that time,
and I realize that I don't even remember that much from it,
just weird little snippets,
reading every nutritional label,
drinking water for breakfast,
half a sandwich for lunch,
that constant micro-managing of every calorie.
Honestly, it's like each and everyday melted together to form just one word,
Ugh... I gotta remember to eat a good breakfast...