Tainted story

I feel like I'm a foilsick character in an unfinished story within that even the people I met weren't even part of that page to judge me.

Those pages lead me to internal redness
Covering the stories that people had unwanted, pleading and begging that they keep my page untainted;

It hurts to see yet they kept it bleeding
Burnt the pieces I kept and cherished.
The smell it once had vanished into the eternal abyss.  

No more of the faded  stench of the book,
Neither the memories of it were withdrawn in the thick covers.