Where Is Jessica Hyde? (Pt. 2)

It's not easy is it? Growing up without a childhood I was brought up in an institution My room was a cell, really There was an air vent there I drew pictures around it Faces to keep the devil out I was told I'm like this (because of early) trauma I'm disconnected It was me I tied him to that tree I broke arms and fingers Tore the skin from his body And in the end I opened his stomach Reached inside and pulled out what was in my hand I was 15 years old