I miss everything even my milk teeth

I miss everything even my milk teeth, 
from before I got overwhelmed by discourse. 
If my deciduous years are an aperitif, 
then [bad word] is my main course. 

So I have nothing more to give, now I am scared of narrative. 
Let me stay still now. 
Now I have more to do, than just remain inside my room. 
Leave me alone now.