Anorexia

The pangs are ignored for the umpteenth time.
I don’t need it.
I feel so tired; the feeling is ignored.
I don’t need it.
My head is pounding, don’t look at me!
I don’t need it.
Why is everything in slow motion?
I don’t need it.
I can go without a little while longer.
I don’t need it.
Don’t tell anyone, lest they interfere.
I don’t need it.
It is a lie! They don’t care!
I don’t need it.
Why does it hurt so much?
I don’t need it.
I don’t need it.
I don’t need it.