From the victories won
To the battles lost,
From the merry-making dawn
To the hearts turned to frost,
There lies a story untold...
A story behind the bleeding pages.
For soon, the truth shall unfold.

Many are the stories the pages of this book hold.
To some, it may forever remain gabbage
To the understanding heart, it is an unrepairable damage.

This was once a beautiful open book
With pages so golden
Calling out to the broken,
The weary and the hooked
Ready to absorb the indelible marks of its writers' ink
Be it red, blue, green or pink
No matter how terrible some inks may stink
The ever ready pages took them all in.

With memories shared
Heart's contents laid bare
Painful thoughts across the...