Am I Dead? *trigger*

[foblin]

The knife doesn't hurt,
I don't feel the pain;
Sometimes I think
I will never live again.
The food doesn't taste
As good as it should;
Sometimes it seems
It's poisoning my blood.
When I cut, when I eat,
It feels insane;
Sometimes I think
I can never live again.
Sometimes I feel
That deep inside
My heart has stopped beating
And I have died.

[starryeyes]

I love your poem.
It's really simple, but it's got so much feeling.
And there's an air of truth about it.