A million miles away from yesterday,
I just can’t seem to dream
Of that empty, flawed,
Imperfect, life,
That’s ripping at the seams.
A million miles away from tomorrow,
I feel I’ll never be
Whole, understood, I’m dragged
So far down,
Into complete dishonesty.
So what of it?
What’s to come of me?
You know what?
I’m scared.
I just don’t want you to see
The cracks.
They’re getting bigger.
As hard as I try,
To close the gaps,
Behind each dampened eye,
It never works.
They’re too deep.
And the truth slips through
The cracks.
Amy Elizabeth Poetry 