A girl who wanted nothing more than to feel belonging, felt that her life had been prolonging. The girl struggled with her weight—starving and binging what she ate; and with that hatred she turned to self, and placed her feelings on a shelf. She had a mother stern and strong, and a father that was never taught right from wrong. She turned to drinking to stall the pain, with each sip killing her brain. The years took the smile off her face, and with it coldness has been replaced. It would take more than some kerosene to warm the heart of this ice queen.