I dont know where I amEverything is brightAnd hard and coldIt hurts - Why does it hurt?Whats wrong w
I dont know where I amEverything is brightAnd hard and coldIt hurts - Why does it hurt?Whats wrong with me?Am I broken?‘one last time’ he saidHe liedWhy did he lie?I want to go homeWant to hideI dont want them to see meDont want them to touch meThey tell me I’m braveBut theyre hurting meI cant take any morePlease - I want to go homeHospitals from the perspective of scared and lonely 5 year old me.Aka my childhood trauma turned into an art installation :)Each sheet of glass represents another waiting room, another hallway following a person in scrubs, another moment of disorientation and pain. -- source link