This World Sucks.

I am an open book With a plain cover and blank pages Occasionally someone will come in and write me a story On my white blank pages And I let them I fall in love with every person who picks me up and reads me Even if they just leaf through my pages Even if they put me down and are disinterested I still love them Because in that brief moment When they were holding me I felt like someone cared Even if they didn't care I understand I will always be the one who Cares more Feels more Loves More And I'm okay with that But one day someone will pick me up Examine my worn cover and fragile pages Read the words that other people have scrawled inside me And he will finish me He will write me a beautiful ending And he won't put me back down.