we all got different names for it —
emotional vacancy after midnights
and thoughts dissolving
into dark places,
like diaries that
narrate
how you wanna die;
honey, a death by any other name
would feel just as sweet.

theatrical break downs
under the starlight,
and losing our shadow in highways
with speeding cars,
while tucking our hearts
inside cigarettes,
tucking the blood
inside our wrists.

we all got different names for it;

the kind of blackhole that swallows the moon,
the kind of emptiness that swallows the sun,
and layers and layers of sadness —
sadness
beneath
sadness
beneath
sadness.

so how come we all got different names for it,
when
we're all dying
of just the same death?