her heart was an open book, with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story, in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart, ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages, and beat up the corners. They signed their names with sloppy black ink, and wrote a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because nobody wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.