Stick With Me
While built up in cold refuge.
It's all I may ever ask.
Throwing up on you was a joyful ecstatic feeling,
Such a beautiful temporary feeling coming only when absent from my mind.
A feeling only true people might feel when feeling sad and angry.
It was that endless painless sleep,
Remember it?
Like a consuming abyss.
Some people will tell you it hurts,
Some will tell you it ended on a good note,
Some will tell you they went through it smoothly.
But it's quite something that can't be described in words alone.
Paint it till you feel it...
Words aren't the answer to everything.
It's only a medium of description.
It can be a vibe, or a sudden urge.
How exactly do you wish to describe your fears?
YOU ARE READING
Stick With Me...
Poetry"even through the abyss🕳️...stick with me👣" *a heroic sonnet*
