5 more minutes, I say right before I become 3 hours late to start my day.

Now I am stressed, I didnt notice I was even eating, where is the rest?!

Man, I overate again, I will just skip lunch....if I can.

5 more minutes, I say as I try to starve myself just a little longer. 

I've got to be stronger!

Oh no, my mistake, I took too long of a break,

it is now 5 pm and I have a headache.

I know, you know, we all know this is just the first half,

the food always gets the last laugh.

It taunts me, seduces me, abuses me, and I am eventually out of excuses,

the most toxic relationship and now I feel fat.

Fat me likes to be a brat so 5 more minutes, she says in regards to being productive.

I know, you know, we all know this is destructive.

Just like water drops become an ocean

5 minutes and their cohesion in slow motion become my day

5 minutes later and I am in bed, it is 8 at night.

I am late, I overate, and I am behind.

Tomorrow we will be alright lets just turn off the light, in 5 minutes!