I don't want to talk, but I don't want to be alone. 
I feel a need for nourishment, a growl in the pit of my stomach. 
But lack the desire to eat, for I dread the nausea to follow. 
I want to live, but not like this. 
I want to scream and inhale deeply. 
I want to float away, but I also want to hold my family tightly.
I am torn, I am afraid, I am lost