Note to readers:

Sorry Team Keefe Fans (not sorry)

Earbuds in.

Lying on his bed, completely still.

He only listens to music that resonates with him, that matters to him.

Silent tears.

The only way to get away,

Because he knows nobody understands, not even _her_.

Sadness not acknowledged.

Anger shunned.

And for the others, it is always his fault.

Fame taken away.

Family betraying him.

And _she’s_ not even there to help him get through it.

Music helps.

Music is a comfort for him.

Proof that he is not alone in this dark world.

So again, there he is, not needed, not wanted.

Hated by all, loved by none.

And nobody cares, but the ones that do can't tell him. 💔