The door opens and I walk through again <br />Just like every other day, with your hands on my shoulder <br />dragging me through and throwing me out. <br />I call you on the way to school whilst I suffer through every mistreated rule, <br />and I whisper 'There's no getting out alive' <br /> <br />The hinges are broken but we still come and go <br />Just like every other day, with no boots, tred snow <br />with frost bitten toes screaming 'It could be worse, Oh it could be so much worse' <br /> <br />The paint's chipped off but it still looks like home <br />Just like every other day, you can't tell that I feel so alone <br />talking to myself in mirrors and waiting for a reply <br />as I whisper 'Why won't you lie, why won't you lie' <br /> <br />The windows broken open but it still feels warm <br />Just like every other day, there's a puddle from the storm <br />and I didn't want to tell you this <br />but 'I don't think it really exists, this life I resist' <br /> <br />And the handle won't turn no more, no more <br />Just like every other day, no more <br />and I spoke so softly into the phone, 'no more' <br />and I spoke so softly and so alone, 'no more'<br /><br />Moth Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-empty-words/
