a room with no witness

in my heart, there is only one wish left: to recover the small parts of who i was. this version of me is no longer bright and untouched. i am scarred, out of place, odd, and still starving myself through days i cannot name.

but i still show up.
i have learned to brush my hair.
to drink water every day.

and when the sun touches my skin,
i no longer flinch.