Hunger pains 
Do i really wanna be where i was a year ago? 
is the comfort worth it? (it isn’t) 
can i practice self control? (consistence) 
i want you but i gotta let you go(resistance) 
i gotta put it in writing to let you know? (i’ll print it) 
i already miss the feel of your lips (when u kiss it)
a feeling i can’t shake (persistent) 
hunger pains 
i crave the chaos, the passion, the motion 
but at what cost? my mental? (i risk it) 
i need it this instant 
something so bad, taste so good, i miss it 
you operate in lust, not commitment
but at this point, it’s not about love (i’ll admit it) 
this shit been my life, i can’t quit it 
i’ve tried 
to let you go and let the days go by 
to let the high cloud my mind 
the drugs in which i rely 
the feelings that i deny 
out of sight, out of mind
hunger pains 
time frames 
mind games 
everything’s the same 
my sanity i must reclaim 
the process of this sadness and shame 
for reasons i can’t even explain 
hunger pains, a feeling i must maintain. 
hunger pains, like knives twisting in my side,
But it's not my stomach growling, it's my pride.
I starve for more than food—it's the thrill I seek,
That rush of adrenaline, that momentary peak.
I crave the taste of you, the fire in your eyes,
A hunger so deep, it cuts through the lies.
The way you leave me empty, yet full of desire,
Like chasing a flame, but never touching the fire.
Hunger pains, they tighten, pulling me in,
To the same old cycle, the same old spin.
I tell myself I’m strong, I can fight the need,
But your memory lingers, a seed I can't weed.
The comfort is a poison, sweet on my tongue,
And the more I indulge, the more I come undone.
I want to break free, but the hunger’s too loud,
It drowns out the logic, it makes me so proud.
I feast on the moments when you're out of reach,
On the highs and the lows, on the lessons you teach.
But is it worth the ache, the constant empty space,
The way I chase the thrill but never find my place?
Hunger pains, they gnaw, they bite at my soul,
Leaving me hollow and  never quite whole.
I crave the chaos, the dizzying spin,
But when the feast is over, what did I win?
I snack on excuses, on reasons to stay,
But deep down I know, I’m just wasting away.
And still, I reach for that next sweet bite,
Knowing full well it won’t fill me tonight.
So I’ll wrap this up like a doggy bag,
Leftovers of a love that I used to have.
Hunger pains, they’ll keep, and so will I—
Another craving left to die.
I laugh at it sometimes, let it gnaw at my core,
'Cause what’s the point of starving if you’re always wanting more?
It’s in the silence, the quiet hours before dawn,
the growl beneath my ribs, where every love is gone.
The need feels like a memory, something I won’t release,
'cause hunger’s not the problem, it’s the taste of false peace.
You play your hand like a game, but I know the deal.
"Here we go," you said, "another uncertainty we feel."
I watched you fold into fame, couldn’t adjust to the pain,
I stayed in my hunger, and it grew with every refrain.
I’m used to the longing, I’m used to the burn,
used to wanting something more than I’ll ever earn.
But sometimes I wonder, do I need it to survive?
Or is it just a distraction from what’s really alive?
Still, the hunger keeps me moving, keeps me on this track,
so I run with it—knowing there’s no turning back.
Hunger's become my rhythm, like a song I can't escape,
its beat, a steady whisper, shaping what I take.
It sharpens my focus, like a blade against stone,
keeps me chasing things that I’ve never truly known.
I’m familiar with the craving, it's etched into my bones,
the need for chaos, the rush, the pull of the unknown.
Every moment’s a gamble, each move a risk I take,
because without the hunger, I fear that I might break.
The fame fed you well, but I starved on the side,
watching you devour what I couldn’t provide.
I’ve learned to live with less, even when it’s hard to breathe,
but I wonder—does the hunger ever really leave?
It’s like a second skin, one I can’t shed or flee,
and maybe, just maybe, it’s what’s keeping me free.
But there's a humor in it too, twisted and sly,
'cause hunger's what binds me, but also eats at my mind.
I’ll keep chasing it, running with the beast,
knowing that in the hunger, I find a strange peace.
And though it drives me mad, takes me to the edge of reason,
I laugh because it's constant, in every passing season.
So I’ll sit with my hunger, let it be what it is,
knowing, at the end of the day—it's what I’ve always missed.
I crave what I can’t have, but isn’t that the game?
We’re all just chasing something, lost without a name.
And though I’ve tried to quit it, tried to let it go,
the hunger calls me back to the only life I know.
It’s not about the comfort or the peace I’ve yet to find—
it’s about the hunger, woven deep into my mind.
It keeps me sharp, keeps me alive, keeps me on my toes,
because without the hunger, where else would I go?
So I'll let it lead me, through passion, pain, and strife,
for in the hunger’s chaos, I’ll carve out my own life.
And maybe when it’s over, when the hunger's finally done,
I’ll look back and realize—that’s where I truly won.

Hunger pains,

I tend to come late to the game,
Like a bag of fries gone cold, or a walk of shame—
I l leave in the morning, knowing nothing’s the same.
I keep moving, but it’s all just in vain,
I crave what I can’t, I yearn for the taste,
but everything I feast on leaves me in a haste.
Hunger’s a game you can’t really win,
You binge on the love, then starve from within.
"There's food at home," but it’s dry as your hope,
and you chew through the pain just trying to cope.
Hunger pains, they whisper your name,
pull you right back into the same old frame.
The taste is addictive, but it don’t satisfy,
I’m left with a hunger that no feast can deny.
So have you ever felt hungry, do you know of the ache?
The pain that digs deeper with each bite you take?
It’s not just in your gut, it’s buried in your soul—
a void that no love, no meal can make whole.
You reach for the comfort, the thrill, the quick high,
but it’s fleeting so it vanishes just as you try.
Do you feel the hunger, the burn that remains,
long after the pleasure, the joy and the fame?
Like chasing a high but one has no aim
Im running to hide, to give you the blame. 
To lose all my hope but to still feel the same.
The moments you took, deserving of pain. Trapped in a song, can’t tell you the name 
All part of the cycle, no end to the game. 
To feast on my body, to devour the shame. 
Im famished, you know but I can just proclaim.
You are not God & I am not your disciple but
It’s like leaving a table, but the craving's your rival.
So I ask you—do you feel that sting?
That eats at your brain when you’re chasing the thing,
That never quite fills you, that never quite fits,
But you go back for seconds, convinced that it hits?
The pain knows what its doing, it makes the rules, 
The hunger sits back & just plays a fool.
It’s the bite that tastes sweet, but it doesnt sustain,
And you’re left there, empty, with something pointless and plain. 
It’s in the late-night cravings, in the silence you keep,
It’s in every sleepless hour when the hunger won’t sleep.
So you wrap this up like a meal gone cold,
Leftovers of feelings I just can’t quite hold.
You never get use to it, it never gets old. 
People tend to pick Love over Pain,  
but I have never been bold. 
So I stick with the hunger & the pain that it shows,
Cause at least it presents itself in a way that I know.
Love feels too fleeting, too far, too unknown,
And I’d rather live with the hunger I’ve been conditioned to call a home.
I’m fighting to stay, but you're fighting to go—
And in that dance, it’s the hunger that grows.
You see, love asks for too much, demands that I bend,
But pain stays consistent, like a reliable friend.
I feed on the ache, 'cause it never betrays,
It’s always been there in a hundred different ways.
And while love might be sweeter, it don’t last the night,
Pain wakes me up, keeps me sharp in the fight.
It’s the hunger that lingers, it’s the hunger that stays,
While love? It just flickers, it just drifts far away
Love might fill you for a moment, but hunger sustains,
It’s the only thing left when nothing remains.
But here’s the lesson: it’s not about the feast,
It’s in how you survive, a moment of weakness can keep you alive. 
Alive in the hunger?, a question you might ask.
You can’t help but wonder, why I’ve taken on this task.
Love is too intricate and too flimsy to sail, 
Pain puts in weight, in my heart & the scale.
It sharpens your edge, makes you feel alive,
In hunger, you suffer, but through hunger, you thrive.
So I'll stick to my hunger, my pain and my pride,
Because love has many secrets and I’ve got nothing to hide.
And when you're full on love, you forget what you chase,
But in hunger, its constant, you’ve got to keep up the pace. 
So next time you’re full, thinking peace is your gain,
Remember—it’s hunger that teaches you to thrive through pain.
hunger pains 
but i’m ahead of the game 

"Hunger Pains" poem! It focused on themes of craving, resistance, and the tension between desire and control, using the metaphor of hunger to represent d

Hunger pains 
Do i really wanna be where i was a year ago? 
is the comfort worth it? (it isn’t) 
can i practice self control? (consistence) 
i want you but i gotta let you go(resistance) 
i gotta put it in writing to let you know? (i’ll print it) 
i already miss the feel of your lips (when u kiss it)
a feeling i can’t shake (persistent) 
hunger pains 
i crave the chaos, the passion, the motion 
but at what cost? my mental? (i risk it) 
i need it this instant 
something so bad, taste so good, i miss it 
you operate in lust, not commitment
but at this point, it’s not about love (i’ll admit it) 
this shit been my life, i can’t quit it 
i’ve tried 
to let you go and let the days go by 
to let the high cloud my mind 
the drugs in which i rely 
the feelings that i deny 
out of sight, out of mind
hunger pains 
time frames 
mind games 
everything’s the same 
my sanity i must reclaim 
the process of this sadness and shame 
for reasons i can’t even explain 
hunger pains, a feeling i must maintain. 
hunger pains, like knives twisting in my side,
But it's not my stomach growling, it's my pride.
I starve for more than food—it's the thrill I seek,
That rush of adrenaline, that momentary peak.
I crave the taste of you, the fire in your eyes,
A hunger so deep, it cuts through the lies.
The way you leave me empty, yet full of desire,
Like chasing a flame, but never touching the fire.
Hunger pains, they tighten, pulling me in,
To the same old cycle, the same old spin.
I tell myself I’m strong, I can fight the need,
But your memory lingers, a seed I can't weed.
The comfort is a poison, sweet on my tongue,
And the more I indulge, the more I come undone.
I want to break free, but the hunger’s too loud,
It drowns out the logic, it makes me so proud.
I feast on the moments when you're out of reach,
On the highs and the lows, on the lessons you teach.
But is it worth the ache, the constant empty space,
The way I chase the thrill but never find my place?
Hunger pains, they gnaw, they bite at my soul,
Leaving me hollow and  never quite whole.
I crave the chaos, the dizzying spin,
But when the feast is over, what did I win?
I snack on excuses, on reasons to stay,
But deep down I know, I’m just wasting away.
And still, I reach for that next sweet bite,
Knowing full well it won’t fill me tonight.
So I’ll wrap this up like a doggy bag,
Leftovers of a love that I used to have.
Hunger pains, they’ll keep, and so will I—
Another craving left to die.
I laugh at it sometimes, let it gnaw at my core,
'Cause what’s the point of starving if you’re always wanting more?
It’s in the silence, the quiet hours before dawn,
the growl beneath my ribs, where every love is gone.
The need feels like a memory, something I won’t release,
'cause hunger’s not the problem, it’s the taste of false peace.
You play your hand like a game, but I know the deal.
"Here we go," you said, "another uncertainty we feel."
I watched you fold into fame, couldn’t adjust to the pain,
I stayed in my hunger, and it grew with every refrain.
I’m used to the longing, I’m used to the burn,
used to wanting something more than I’ll ever earn.
But sometimes I wonder, do I need it to survive?
Or is it just a distraction from what’s really alive?
Still, the hunger keeps me moving, keeps me on this track,
so I run with it—knowing there’s no turning back.
Hunger's become my rhythm, like a song I can't escape,
its beat, a steady whisper, shaping what I take.
It sharpens my focus, like a blade against stone,
keeps me chasing things that I’ve never truly known.
I’m familiar with the craving, it's etched into my bones,
the need for chaos, the rush, the pull of the unknown.
Every moment’s a gamble, each move a risk I take,
because without the hunger, I fear that I might break.
The fame fed you well, but I starved on the side,
watching you devour what I couldn’t provide.
I’ve learned to live with less, even when it’s hard to breathe,
but I wonder—does the hunger ever really leave?
It’s like a second skin, one I can’t shed or flee,
and maybe, just maybe, it’s what’s keeping me free.
But there's a humor in it too, twisted and sly,
'cause hunger's what binds me, but also eats at my mind.
I’ll keep chasing it, running with the beast,
knowing that in the hunger, I find a strange peace.
And though it drives me mad, takes me to the edge of reason,
I laugh because it's constant, in every passing season.
So I’ll sit with my hunger, let it be what it is,
knowing, at the end of the day—it's what I’ve always missed.
I crave what I can’t have, but isn’t that the game?
We’re all just chasing something, lost without a name.
And though I’ve tried to quit it, tried to let it go,
the hunger calls me back to the only life I know.
It’s not about the comfort or the peace I’ve yet to find—
it’s about the hunger, woven deep into my mind.
It keeps me sharp, keeps me alive, keeps me on my toes,
because without the hunger, where else would I go?
So I'll let it lead me, through passion, pain, and strife,
for in the hunger’s chaos, I’ll carve out my own life.
And maybe when it’s over, when the hunger's finally done,
I’ll look back and realize—that’s where I truly won.

Hunger pains,

I tend to come late to the game,
Like a bag of fries gone cold, or a walk of shame—
I l leave in the morning, knowing nothing’s the same.
I keep moving, but it’s all just in vain,
I crave what I can’t, I yearn for the taste,
but everything I feast on leaves me in a haste.
Hunger’s a game you can’t really win,
You binge on the love, then starve from within.
"There's food at home," but it’s dry as your hope,
and you chew through the pain just trying to cope.
Hunger pains, they whisper your name,
pull you right back into the same old frame.
The taste is addictive, but it don’t satisfy,
I’m left with a hunger that no feast can deny.
So have you ever felt hungry, do you know of the ache?
The pain that digs deeper with each bite you take?
It’s not just in your gut, it’s buried in your soul—
a void that no love, no meal can make whole.
You reach for the comfort, the thrill, the quick high,
but it’s fleeting so it vanishes just as you try.
Do you feel the hunger, the burn that remains,
long after the pleasure, the joy and the fame?
Like chasing a high but one has no aim
Im running to hide, to give you the blame. 
To lose all my hope but to still feel the same.
The moments you took, deserving of pain. Trapped in a song, can’t tell you the name 
All part of the cycle, no end to the game. 
To feast on my body, to devour the shame. 
Im famished, you know but I can just proclaim.
You are not God & I am not your disciple but
It’s like leaving a table, but the craving's your rival.
So I ask you—do you feel that sting?
That eats at your brain when you’re chasing the thing,
That never quite fills you, that never quite fits,
But you go back for seconds, convinced that it hits?
The pain knows what its doing, it makes the rules, 
The hunger sits back & just plays a fool.
It’s the bite that tastes sweet, but it doesnt sustain,
And you’re left there, empty, with something pointless and plain. 
It’s in the late-night cravings, in the silence you keep,
It’s in every sleepless hour when the hunger won’t sleep.
So you wrap this up like a meal gone cold,
Leftovers of feelings I just can’t quite hold.
You never get use to it, it never gets old. 
People tend to pick Love over Pain,  
but I have never been bold. 
So I stick with the hunger & the pain that it shows,
Cause at least it presents itself in a way that I know.
Love feels too fleeting, too far, too unknown,
And I’d rather live with the hunger I’ve been conditioned to call a home.
I’m fighting to stay, but you're fighting to go—
And in that dance, it’s the hunger that grows.
You see, love asks for too much, demands that I bend,
But pain stays consistent, like a reliable friend.
I feed on the ache, 'cause it never betrays,
It’s always been there in a hundred different ways.
And while love might be sweeter, it don’t last the night,
Pain wakes me up, keeps me sharp in the fight.
It’s the hunger that lingers, it’s the hunger that stays,
While love? It just flickers, it just drifts far away
Love might fill you for a moment, but hunger sustains,
It’s the only thing left when nothing remains.
But here’s the lesson: it’s not about the feast,
It’s in how you survive, a moment of weakness can keep you alive. 
Alive in the hunger?, a question you might ask.
You can’t help but wonder, why I’ve taken on this task.
Love is too intricate and too flimsy to sail, 
Pain puts in weight, in my heart & the scale.
It sharpens your edge, makes you feel alive,
In hunger, you suffer, but through hunger, you thrive.
So I'll stick to my hunger, my pain and my pride,
Because love has many secrets and I’ve got nothing to hide.
And when you're full on love, you forget what you chase,
But in hunger, its constant, you’ve got to keep up the pace. 
So next time you’re full, thinking peace is your gain,
Remember—it’s hunger that teaches you to thrive through pain.
hunger pains 
but i’m ahead of the game 

"Hunger Pains" poem! It focused on themes of craving, resistance, and the tension between desire and control, using the metaphor of hunger to represent d