A little vent art, a while back I looked back on my childhood, I couldn't remember a day without the abuse and neglect. This is all I thought about, was to go back and be that role model and guardian angel no one ever had. But there will never be a day where the wounds lost in time can be directly healed. On a path of self destruction I am still haunted from years back, at one point sent bleeding and broken wrist to my room with no light, no love, no care for a broken left wrist that I only could wrap in my hoody and wait it out to heal. That is a reason why I still wear hoodies today. This was the dream I had last night, go back and help that poor soul, and when I woke up, I knew only one way to tell someone this. But those old memories only burn the more I subconsciously look onto.