There are Faults Within Our Stars

Emotional turmoil is all that lays in the wake of John Greens creation.

Cells create cells which create cells

Which mutate and try to kill me.

Truthfully, try is the wrong word.

They are killing me,

And soon my personal civil war will end

And a bomb will explode in my wake,

Trying to take down everything in its path.

I have minimized the damage,

But some could not be saved.

There is nothing noble in creating a void

Just bleak… overbearing…

Emptiness.

Author's Note: I highly suggest you read John Green's latest book, The Fault Within Our Stars. This is my response.