As My Book Closes

My book slowly opens,
To reveal a full page,
Stained with grief and terror,
Full of torture and rage.

It turns to the next chapter,
So terrible and cold,
The words they strike my body,
They are written out in bold.

I cannot read any further,
I pick up my favorite knife,
I cannot read any longer,
I want to end this life.

Yet I keep on reading,
Trying to end this pain,
The words they hurt me further,
I can't live through this again.

It turns onto an empty page,
Once again I pick up my knife,
The pen my bone the ink my blood,
I am writing out my life.

The pages are all now finished,
From life I have finally fled,
As my book closes,
No one will see what's written in red.