When I am sad I do not eat;
My stomach twists and twirls.
I feel as though the smallest bite will make me want to hurl.
My friends were worried for my health,
They saw me getting thinner,
They fed me, watched me choke it down; breakfast, lunch and dinner.
So now I’m eating every meal,
And still my stomach’s groaning.
I’m starting to think that it is not for sustenance it’s moaning.
Yes, I am starved, but not for food.
The thing that I most crave
Is one boy’s love to fill me up, my lonely heart to save.
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