You  make my blood boil when you
Are  using your cruel ways to hurt those I love,
A  bomb that causes them to go detrimental, and you flood
Poison**  through their thoughts, deafening out my cries.

Books:
the greatest weapons of the world.
Full of Mocking jays.
Each one being Divergent
to the others.
Books are like a Maze
that we have to Run through.
They're like a Testing
that will never end.
Not even the great Hogwarts
can stand against their power.
Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky.
More powerful than Percy Jackson,
than the Heroes of Olympus.
Books are the true heroes of the world.

You inflict my pain.
You cause my stress.
You cause the agony that
rips me to a million pieces.

You cause my suffocation.
You cause your hands to choke me.
You cause the black that
makes it seem that I'll explode into a million pieces.

You cause the poison to enter my veins.
You cause my blood to run dry.
You cause my death that
tears the rest to a million pieces.

Sometimes I wish
that I could tear you to a million pieces.
But I hold back
for I am not like you.
I am not a murderer.