"No, I'm okay thank you."

"No, I'm full."

"No, I'm not hungry."

"No, I'm not thirsty."

Yes, you are, you are hungry.

Your stomach is yelling at the top of its lungs for something, anything.

Your head is in a daze of black spots;

dizzy and drained of all the water you never drank.

Your mouth is whimpering for a liquid to relieve that dry desert.

Your body is demanding even a morsel, to soothe the pain you are creating.

But you choose to ignore it,

to keep your addiction satisfied.

You leave your body to suffer, well,

for you to suffer.