Have you ever went through a time when your brain feels very much like that static you see on a television screen when there is no real signal? That is about where I am right now and this poem is about some of that static. In my case this static is being caused by, trying to avoid conflict with, and be polite to, a bunch of people that I deal with on a daily basis who are being complete jerks.

This is about someone who was abused (in every sense of the word) and is basically stuck in a stolen childhood. I had visions of Josh from Silent Hill in my head when I was writing this and although he has nothing to do with abuse, etc that one scene for me was what came to mind, the essense I wanted to portray.

This is basically about people telling me that their religions can save me and all that jazz…fair enough I haven’t got a problem with peoples beliefs-they are just not mine and never will be..i have my own which one day I may share
i just don’t see the point in trying to change me when I cannot be changed…even if it brought me some form of happiness-what would it truly achieve? i’m fucked up-simple :p in fact like most people say I must enjoy it lol I cannot see with the sheep i’m afraid.

A room in which the people within it are afraid to be themselves.

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Having a bad hair day.

The waterfront will be closed in winter.

In a confessional style.

First Day of school.

This is about a dying thunderstorm.