Writing

I’m writing, this page is full of thought
Each letter is a moment of my life
Each one makes it worse
Thankfully the chapters nearly over

I have a deadline, its today
I have almost finished
There are still things to include
I’ll add a few marks here and there

I’m looking at these words, all my life
A few pages, they’re staring up at me
I end these words; I end this life
I’m writing a new story. What happens next?