The hunger is like a beast.
Writhing inside of me,
Never satisfied.
My brain fights back.
It will not allow the monster to win.
I am a warzone.
My body is the battlefield.
My bones ache,
My body weakens,
My head pounds,
My limbs shake.
I am so tired.
I am dying
While my body is at war with itself.
I wait
For the inevitable victory of my mind.
For the hunger to continue.
It will never end.
The pain will never end.

- Anonymous