My Book (163)

My life is a thick book
Leather-bound and stained
What, with blood or coffee?
Or broken heart so pained?

My lifes books pages have yellowed
It's been discarded and neglected
It's dusty and broken
But it's not your life that is affected.

I picked it up one day
On a cold winter morn
I gazed at the first page
Only to find that it was torn.

The next day I opened it
Then I began to cry
The writing from pains past
Began to run like these tears of mine.

I left it alone to dry
And it fell under my bed
I didn't really notice
Until the pain came and went.

I opened my book
And flicked it to a page
Then I filled in what had happened
And let out all my rage.

I slammed my book uncerimonously
And noticed the gold print begin to fade
I knew what it ment
And knew I couldn't be saved.

After all the hurt and pain
I'm finally dying
I hold my book to my chest
I'm despairing, I am crying.

©opyrighted by Kitty De'Kat