Do you know what it feels like to be dying hungry? (actually I don't know either)

As cliché as it seems, being hungry is like having your guts knotted and squeezed without any mercy.

You lurch but there is nothing that comes out because your stomach is telling you it wants substance

In a very twisted and contradicting way.  The rumbling sounds fill your head as you lay quietly motionless blurring your existence or making it more real by reminding you that for as long as you are alive you need food, and for as long as you exist you will feel pain.  You may twist and turn your body to the side or on your belly but your stomach will prevail in its message not stopping until it is satiated. 

On your 3^rd day of suffering, your stomach swells from skinny to fat becoming a container of your truest burdens and turning you into merely a wisp of your former self.  But though you are but a wisp, your stomach will be full of emotional hatred and physical emptiness that if you survive, the pain is bound to scar you if you survive.

If at some point you have crossed the line of no return.  You and your stomach will come to the ultimate realization, that pain is as real as your soul and that death—sweet rest—is desirable to your life.