All My Songs Are The Same

All my songs are the same,

All my lyrics are alike—

The same words describing the same pain

But arranged in different ways

As if it could distract from the fact that

Everything I write is the same.

Interesting how the hole inside my chest

Bleeds over into every area of my life,

Eroding sections of my soul I

Didn’t know I needed until they were gone—

Snuffed out, sucked away into the riptide

Of this awful abyss inside my chest.

But all my songs are the same

And all my lyrics are alike—

The same words forming the same poems

But arranged in different ways,

As if it could distract from the truth that

Everything I write is the same.