I have spent hours upon hours,
looking for the moment where I went wrong.
Did it start with my birth?
Like the first note of a song.

Or maybe I made a choice
Somewhere down the line.
Pushing me down this path
Could I have been fine?

I don’t know when I realized
That I was hurting, in so much pain -
But now I’m constantly aware
That I’m nowhere near sane.

My heart is rotting from the outside in.
Turning black like an apple, straight to the core.
So please cut me open, get it out of my chest.
Get it out! Get it out! I don’t care what it’s for.