I lay on the floor, my knees to my chest.
And I cry, I cry and cry.
Why is it so painfull to be empty when you're born to be full.
Why am I full when I starve to be empty,
shivering and quaking,
My bones baring beneath my skin,
I'll eat tomorow.
I promise I will.
You swallow energy,
I swallow guilt.
You eat food,
I eat myself.
You tast flavour,
I taste shame.

We are not the same.