A Blue Book

I'm looking at a blue book 
Laying on a shelf. 
It's staring back at me,
Yelling about itself. 

Pick me up, it says. 
Open the cover and turn the page.
It holds the information 
That you are afraid to crave.

You need to study me
To read my every word.
You will feel so much better 
After every word is heard.

But I only stare
As tears roll down my face.
I hate its very existence, 
I want it to disappear without a trace.