My digital poetry - the first entry - hello

This is the book of my life you're stepping into
The pages they smear and crinkle and tear
It is hard bound, sure, but you can flip it open to see what's inside
To see for yourself all of the words all uneven and spelled wrong and misplaced and misused
To the pages ripped out, spit on and burned holes into intestines
Burnt holes in paper lungs from too many cigarettes
Lungs, when they breathe to help form words that are written
I'd think out loud if I hadn't lost all my breathing
Here, there is plenty of room to write in the margins and still have plenty more room
Here, there are too many words said and few too little spoken
It's a book so heavy and so compact
It will weigh you down and break your back and take your breath from you also
Are you strong enough to carry the mass
Of so many words in so many ways
Of so many things that I had to say
Here, in this book all laid out and drawing you in too