the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day

he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain

(I am trying to get back to following the ones who follow me, or take interest in my writing. The best way to "**** out" was to unfollow all, and then look at the list of my followers. I hate to be that way, but i also hate to see the ones who unfollwed me on my "home" page. Please bear with me, because it will only allow me to follow so many people a day apparently.)

absolutely,
completely,
utterly
free.
no such thing.
but i can pretend,
i can pretend to not care
and can take out my hair,
and dance like a drunken matt healy onstage,
i can scream like janis joplin,
i can **** those guitar solos like hendrix or prince,
i don’t even play guitar, but i can pretend.
i can blast the music that makes my heart tight,
that makes my skin too tight,
that makes my body a limitation to my mind
and my feeling.
i need a place where i cannot be contained.
i need a place where i can be
absolutely,
completely,
utterly
free.
no such thing.