Sympathy

Rain came down for the 3rd day in a row like a mocking holy trinity of apathy
Giving birth to dangerous thought, a rope tied to the ceiling, a blade on the skin
How could the father, the son and the Holy Ghost save me
If I couldn't even save myself from the devil that surrounds my mind

I became something you never wanted but I guess life is what you make it
So I'll make it suffocation, I'll make it a bloody mess on the tracks
Did I make you feel like I begged for those three words?
Every word that comes out of your mouth is a metaphor for not good enough

And the feeling of nothing becomes all too familiar

And it crushes me from the inside every time it comes to mind
How can I describe me wanting to die
To a room full of people unfamiliar faces if I can't even describe it to you?
I dreamt of fire tonight, it felt like you

I still think about you everyday
As much as it hurts me, I wish you could've stayed
And everyday feels like is a new struggle to not pick up the phone and let you know
That I miss you still, and that it hurts me that your voice still rings within

I wish I could hear it just one more day even if it kills me in the end
The perfect flower that you always were still blooms in my brain