Because I'm free falling into my own mind,
Lost in the hallways of my memory;
Wondering, where did everything go wrong?
Which one of my steps wasn't right,
And took me left instead?
How did I get to the point where everything hurts,
And I feel like the easy way out is the only one?
When did all of my friends start sharing their trauma;
When did she start cutting?
When did someone force him for pleasure?
When did someone bully her?
When did his parents shun him?
When did I stop eating to make myself feel better?
When did I cover up my mirror?
When did the scratches on my arms stop being white?
When did everything go wrong?
And I can only answer one way:
I don't know.
