For her the pain of cigarettes,
Burning through her palm,
Was the only thing that stopped her,
Causing herself far more harm.
The world was hard to manage,
Feelings wouldn’t keep in check.
Her world each day was misery,
Her mind a flaming wreck.
But pain came too with comfort
Blocking out the way she felt.
As she held a hot flame to them,
She could watch bad feelings melt.