Coping

The repetitious question of what's wrong?
An infinite amount of answers but not one that I know.
It takes a toll on people,what does or doesn't show.

The mind is so cluttered that the only things relatable are lyrics to a song.
You couldn't find the words for it but, you felt it all along.

Sleeping away your problems which is truly unhealthy.
The option is last resort,
because if your body and mind are asleep,
theres nothing awake to be sore.

The stories you wrote are unfinished.
The feelings you thought you buried, replenished.
Unhappy with everything you do and write,
but this is your vital attempt at a fight;
a battle, a war. You now realize
the difference between sore and soar.

You said you were okay. Did you lie?
You still feel like you want to die but have yet to cry.

Your work will remain unshared for the sake of others' sanity.
Although it keeps them unharmed you feel vanity.

When it comes to writing how you feel,
the ending can get lost,
because sometimes feelings seem like they don't end
and everything feels off.

So will I feel "off" forever?
It's like these thoughts are keeping me tethered.

This is where I usually make some big point to not be a bigot
or it'll get better,
but not everything has a happy ending and not everything lasts forever.