My Little Poetry Book

Hunger

I'm hungry.
But too scared to eat.
In the fear
That I'll eat
Too much.
So I don't.
I starve.
I'm fat.
They tell me I'm not.
They lie.
They say it's going to destroy me.
Well I still seem alive.
I cry.
Every night.
In hopes of maybe loving myself.
It's too much.
To ask for that.
Why does this world fucking hate me so much?
Is it because I'm alive?
Well if it is,
I won't be much longer.
As I look at my ribs
Showing too much.
I feel the hunger creeping in.
This time,
I won't give in.
~Stormer