I Sitting here at a restaurant and felt "creative" we will see what happens as I try to write a poem on the spot. So here I sit trying not to throw a fit Remain calm, My face hits my palm. So tired so depressed Why fight when you never get any rest? I ask again and again When did it all begin? Can't tell where it started but know where it finishes On the spot, I end it. No more fighting no more trying. As I began crying. No more sorrow no more pain. Nothing left to gain. So I ended it. On the spot. Well I made this up literally right now, it just came in as long as it took me to type, idk why but that is how all my poetry forms, but this one in particular, I literally typed from my iPhone straight to you never seen before, what did you think?