So how is the show?
TV is for when you're mad...

I'm going to finish a poem
I started long ago...

So my life skips like the record
That I threw out last night...

I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...

Jessica is crying
Curled into a ball...

All the things I can't do or say
The twisted world and its twisted way...

Always in my head
thoughts of you spin around...

You're confusing me now
Tell me what to do...

She smokes next to the window
That the rain makes its way down...

Grim things slip in
Under the crack in the door...

Just one thing
before you go...

Keep hushed dear reader
The dead are sleeping...