Words

They turned the page and ripped some out.

They scribbled insults and used it as a coaster. 

They took it out of its place just to destroy it.

 The people that do read it wont go past the first page. 

 They look at it or read one word of it.

 Then just make assumptions to tell their friends.

 When that book gets placed back on the shelf it feels like it can relax for a while until it gets picked up again.

Sometimes I wonder if when I pick up a book and it has a little water spot if it has been crying. 

Sad to be used and hurt.

 Every time it gets put back on the shelf it is scared to be picked back up. 

Does not trust anyone. 

Even when someone sweet comes along and treats it right.

 It is so sheltered and caged that it feels every page someone turns it will be violent.

 It prepares to be hurt every time someone touches the page.

 This person was different, calm and sincere. 

How could it know?

 It wants to have some words left.

 It hides away scared to lose these words. 

This book has many stories.

 Too many to tell.

 Some are not written down. 

Some stories it wants nobody to know.

 The last time it gets put back it can't tell.

 Still scared every second. Scared for its few last words to be taken away