No More Empty Words (Rewrite 6/3/09) Poem by Moth Harris

The door opens and I walk through it again
Just like every other day,
with her hands on my shoulder
dragging me through and throwing me out again.
I call you on the way to school
whilst I suffer through every mistreated rule again,
and I whisper 'There's no getting out alive'

and I arive.

The hinges are jammed but we still come and go
Just like every other day, with no boots, tred snow
with our frost bitten toes screaming
'It could be worse, Oh it could be so much worse'

Still on course.

The paint's chipped off but it still looks like home
Just like every other day, you can't tell that I feel so alone
talking to myself in mirrors and waiting for a reply
as I whisper 'Why won't you lie, why won't you lie'

I've cried.

The windows broken open but it still feels so warm
Just like every other day, there's a puddle from the storm
and I didn't want to tell you this
but 'I don't think it really exists, this 'real life' that I resist'

You've been missed.

And the handle won't turn no more, no more
Just like every other day, no more
and I spoke so softly into the phone, 'no more'
and I spoke so softly and so alone, 'no more'

On my own 'no more.'