Scar Lover's Sequel

Sitting in the fire the flames begin to hurt So do the cuts and scrapes and bruises all over She self harms and her arms are a labyrinth Out of the psych ward and into the mountains I met her at the crest at 2 in the morning I asked her how she was she said batshit crazy Her last friend died from a fistful of fentanyl So even though I can't move things aren't bad at all