Just a Poem Without a Resolution

I'm not trying to romanticize here
I just need a way to explain myself
I don't think I ever would be able to
You think I haven't tried
I have
People ask if I'm okay
I say no
They ask why
I can't say
Because there really isn't any reason to be not okay

Everything's great in life
Everything's going fine
I know other people have it worse
But how come the mind seeks destruction

How do I regain control
Why can't it see that there isn't really anything to be sad about
Why does it always seek for everything to already end

They ask why I don't talk about it
I wonder why too
There's nothing in particular going on that should be upsetting
So I could not speak what is nothing

How could I help myself
How could I help others
How could I change this mindset
How to be positive

Positive
The word annoys me so.




(Note: I didn't really cut myself. I wouldn't cut myself.)