1: 30pm Poem by Kate Nielsen

One-thirty in the after noon… just over thirty-eight hours since I ate last. I have won. How much longer can I go before I break down, take down my wall and eat a picayune amount of food? They call me scant, they call me slender, you call me rotund, you call me pyknic. I'm sick of it. But still I can't stop so I sit and starve, letting you carve the false images of society on my body. My life is mundane, my mind is insane, 'I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.' I need someone to blame, someone to tame my mind, it won't stop, it's jaded and numb, hated and dumb. I realize that I'm dying, lying to myself that it's not my fault, putting it in my vault of things unwanted in my head. I'm going to be bed, I'm fed up with everything and everyone. I'm doing this on my own, I don't need your abuse, this process is obtuse. I've still got time, and I still love you. I'll always love you, even if I don't make it, just take it, don't break it. Accept it and don't hate me. Believe me, if I could end this I would, but I'm too addicted to my self inflicted pain.