I love food,
I don't mean handburgers or french fries,
I love the one pot chicken soups,
Roasted potatos smothered in butter.
When I say I love food I mean good food,
Full of nutrients and flavor.
I used to love food,
Then I lost my appitite for life.
I was swallowed up by depression.
Nothing tastes anymore.
Sure I eat,
Because I have to.
I sometimes forget to eat breakfast,
the meal that I used to chastise my friends for missing.
It's not on purpose,
Belive me I don't want it this way.
I eat because I have to,
Becuse no matter how much I'm sinking,
I want to come up for air.
I once told a girl to just eat and apple for me,
because she told me she hadn't eaten in 3 days.
Today that girl told me to eat an apple for her,
Because I hadn't eaten in three days.
I want to love food again.
I want to taste the rich flavor of the world.
I am a walking paradox,
As every part of me wants to die,
But something I can't name keeps me on a steady path.
Today I ate:
One cup of blueberry yogurt,
A garden salad,
A baked potato.
I will eat.