Work in progress.

It's been a few months, but it felt like an eternity.
I've felt this way from day one, I knew it back then the same way I know it now;
it's the end. 

No more.
I'm done.

I've got nothing left to give, I've got no more words to say.
It's funny how I wrote the title first and I thought it was about something to work on,
yet it seems as though I am writing an ending.

Funny how I discovered that without intending to find out.