Sometimes I miss the routine,
Have a problem, solve the problem.
Clean up the solution.
I miss the cold bathroom floor,
A simultaneous cold and warm sting,
Radiating throughout my legs.
I think feeling alive is what I miss most.
Eating is getting harder,
cooking is impossible.
Agitation a symptom of the hunger,
Internal and external,
I hate who I feel like I'm becoming.
I miss who she was.
