• I knock at the door,
    Because I don't have the key.
    Big surprise there,
    No one opens up for me.

    I wait on the steps,
    Because I can't help but try.
    I can't help believing,
    but I don't bother to cry.

    I look over my shoulder,
    Because I relapsed in a hope syndrome.
    Everyone's off in different directions,
    Nobody's home.

    I walk back down the drive,
    Because no one bothered.
    I'm not surprised that the person behind me,
    Isn't my father.

    She is silent behind me,
    Because she has no voice.
    She always keeps pace;
    She doesn't have a choice.

    A crie echoes out,
    Because no one is there to hear.
    I stagger forward,
    Nobody's here.

    I keep on walking,
    because there's no going back.
    Nothing's restraining me,
    Company is lack.

    My mother sits at a desk,
    Because she can't afford to leave work.
    Her head in her hands,
    aware of her handiwork.

    I feel a tug on my shoulder,
    Because I'm too numb to notice the sting.
    My own body is collasping,
    Forever aching.

    I stand all alone,
    Because no one else cares.
    I turn towards the wind,
    Nobody's there.

    I hear sirens in the distance,
    Because they haven't come for me.
    She lies there limp,
    Broken, torn to be.

    My father sits in the distance,
    Because he doesn't bother to move.
    Almost a blur in the horizon,
    Too still to disprove.

    I reach towards my shadow,
    Because it's swiftly retreating.
    But it's already too late because,
    Nobody's watching.

    She sits there, crushed,
    Because no one was there.
    I struggle to approach her,
    to make sure she's not scared.

    I wait in the background,
    Because I'll just be in the way.
    I wait for her eyes to open,
    and I think of what I'd say.

    But her eyes never opened,
    And I never roamed.
    All I wanted her to say was,
    "Somebody was home."