My Lighter

You're my lighter.

You give me the power to help me feel calm. Even when I feel like I can't listen to any more sad songs.

I keep you with me just in case, I feel as if i need a little space

From reality, for my mentality, where I can actually be myself, organically.

You do so much, yet so little. You save me, but I'll end up in the hospital. 

There's no easy way out, I'm stuck and heading down this dreary route.

This is cancer, I remember. No cancel button, no 'return to sender'.

Why did you give me the power to end my own life?

Now it's December. You're my bitter tasting weather. You're the cold air, without a sweater.

You were the highlight in my gloomy sky, the feeling I got, without the high. But now I'm paper thin. I feel as if I haven't got any skin.

But now it's too late. Please don't tease me with more of your bait.

Within an hour, I'll be sour. My lips will look just a little bit whiter. My body will feel even lighter. But the voices will go away, quieter.

You're my lighter, I need you even though I'm a fighter. I need you because you save me and make me fly higher.

I need you. Even though lighters can cause forest fires.