I lost 4kg at the hospital, no one did ever care about me.
People thought I was fake, I told lies.
And they invented things on me too.

I cried every night.
I still remember the room perfectly.
I didn't want to see my parents

The only people I could reach were online friends, they felt dying too, just to make me happier, no?

The dependants in the recovery didn't even make me choose what I wanted to eat, I wasn't noticed.

Nurses, even my neurologists were laughing at my face.

Some days they wanted to see me, but they disappeared.

I sometimes want to go back in that hell.

Why?

It's a trauma.

Never been diagnosed or anything, but I'm sure I've got a light Stockholm Syndrome.

Sometimes I dream my room, I still feel the bracelet to my wrist, sometimes even hurting.

If someone knows some manner to help me passing this, please tell.

Thank you for listening.