I feel like static
You know
The loud noise that comes unexpectedly
It's not needed or enjoyed in that matter
It's a noise that nobody wants to look at or listen to
It's a noise that nobody wants to try and figure out
They don't want to decipher it
The pleas for help are too loud and abrupt
Maybe
I feel like static
Because nobody listens to me
About my problems
They all groan and skip to the next channel
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storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
