Ice Cream

Ice cream at midnight.
Near every midnight.
Not for hunger.
Or for pleasure.
More for hate
and for tears.
She doesn't want it,
she doesn't need it.
But she has it anyways.
Not for hunger
or for pleasure
She hates it.
She hates herself.
But she can't stop it
she won't stop it
So she cries,
and hates herself
and it eats her
as she eats
Ice cream at midnight
Near every midnight.