Vivid when it ends.

When it is over, I'll sleep for a week, I'll weep for a day, I'll lie for awhile and pretend it's okay.

The appear and disappear are not vividly clear, just the individual. 

Some appear straight. 
Some appear bent. 
Some are so spent. 

When it's over... will there still be overwhelmed, overdue, overdone, overcome, overhead or overexposed, over what one's emotions  endure.

Some disappear suddenly, unexpectedly, harrowingly. 

Some disappear before their time. 

When it is over are you beautifully dead. 

Before it's over, does the pain eat you alive, souls hate that others see them suffer. 

Vividness, cleverness, unconsciousness in the end. 

When it is over, I'll be glad that it's over and maybe you will understand. 

It's  over so, are you still a person or just a personality. 

None of what's left of thee, is clear to me, it's all vividness in the empty ness of the end.