The Fire Sermon

Today is the anniversary of the day that you should have been born Nobody ever taught me healthy habits or how to mourn Standing by the ocean I have waited with your ashes scattering I'm throwing salt into the sea The burden of your death like a boulder on my chest A wet blanket keeping just warm enough to stay alive but still suffering Emptiness is all I can feel There's nothing in this world that feels real I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost How will I ever learn to heal? The birds still sing in the cemеtery and the flowers still bloom How do I bury somеone that I never even got to know I will circle myself in salt and burn incense to preserve this sense of fleeting innocence I just want my mental health to be my greatest wealth I don't ever want to be this low again Emptiness is all I can feel There's nothing in this world that feels real I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost How will I ever learn to heal? I try so hard to not be aware that everyone I love can disappear I hear footsteps in the night, I swear I see your face I clutch the clothes that we bought for you that you'll never wear Emptiness is all I can feel There's nothing in this world that feels real I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost How will I ever learn to heal? Emptiness is all I can feel There's nothing in this world that feels real I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost How will I ever learn to heal?