Halfway there

Halfway done are the writings on the paper, but she wrote and wrote hoping to get it right later.

She cried and smiled and laughed and endured, but still the writings on the paper remains halfway done.

Loser, they called her. Losing, to lust and lies and laziness. She wants it done, really she does.

But the writings remains half undone, and so it shall be until she moves the hand that writes it done.