Short Sloopers (Sad-Bloopers)

Before The End

My story, oh how unfinished it is.
The book, not even near half full.
It's empty, filled with almost nothing.
Nothing, well at least that's something.
My book, still on the nineteenth chapter.
What a short story, since I guess that's how it ends.
How can something that's not even begun yet end before the end.
How can life so precious, surely not begin.
Forever a dreamer because she never lived.
How come she's reached the end, before even the end.