Scribble Me Words

>>>>For Liam Payne It seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone... Image Credits: Andrew Chin/ Getty Images Pull him back— Back from the edge, From the end, From his end. Pull him from the shadows That circle in his mind. Breathe beside him So he knows he’s not alone. Listen— So his silence finds release. Hold him— So his heart remembers warmth. Pull him back— Back from the edge. Keep him from falling So he can breathe a little longer. Take his hands— Let them feel comfort. Speak gently— Let him know he’s heard. Sing to him— Let his heart remember the light. Can I pull him back? Back from the edge, From the end? Can I write him the song— To steady his breath, To hold his hope When it flickers low? Let me try. Let me pull him back From the edge— So he can breathe A little longer. Image Credits: Stuart C. Wilson/ Getty Images Image Credits: Christopher Polk/ Getty Images I wanna write you a song One to make your hea...

Image Credits:  S O C I A L . C U T on Unsplash Five flats in a building Existing on borrowed soil.  In the depths of its foundation   Lie secrets, or perhaps just stone— Cemented memories, The graves of forgotten lives. Five flats in a building,   Standing on borrowed soil. The ground floor, never truly owned, Rented out to dozens,   Footfalls fading in and out,   Echoes of lives far from home. Wealth resides on the first floor,  Two flats merged into one. Truth gagged behind slamming doors, A mockery of harmony. Separation posing a blissful union, Laughter cloaking relevance-starved desire. Sweetened voices, venom-tipped, Kindness that cuts. Higher up, on the second floor, Two final flats remain. In one: stillness and spiders, Whispers curling through empty halls. Loneliness entertains the dust, Footsteps imagined, never left. Screens flicker silver behind shut panes, Ghostlight staring out. In the last flat, siblings Tangled though...

sitting across from her: "y ou are worthless." a being of disappointment, regret,  where there is light , you are the darkness.  sitting across from her:  " your existence is laughable."  nothing matters anymore, walk away. looking at her: " look away."  deep within you,  there is no peace .  looking at her: "there is no love for you,"  there is no one who needs you, alone is what you are .  standing up: "there is a tomorrow without  you," and years without you. a world that will still  exist. she walks away from the mirror.  

Image Credit: ali Soleimani on Unsplash Space... Disjointed.       Disoriented.              Misplaced.                  Unforgiving.   I thought about it,    Yes, it's the struggling to walk   On the uneven sands of the beach,   Drunk despite never having tasted alcohol,   Dodging hordes of people— 'Candid', selfies, reels— All in a frenzy.     Listening to the lull of the coming rain,   Digging my fingers into the soil,   Earthworms wriggling at the intrusion.     The lizard, it clinging to the ceiling of my bedroom,    Me, clinging to the single shred of energy I've felt all day.   Clinging. Clinging. Clinging.      The last time my heart closed in on itself,   Unshed tears making me breathless, speechless,   Envisioning the approaching apathy.      Di...