With days and days of thinking, trying to figure out what to write I finally finished my poem that I was going to publish tonight. It was self-inspired and I figured out the end, but then I accidentally lost the page And I swear I almost died. Until I figured out what it meant that I wasn't at the end. I had time to change my poem and it was never meant to be seen. It was more like a journal entry for me to figure out me.