OK so this is another poem that I wrote I know I'm really bad at them but I'm bored what else can I do?
Is it really fair
to give up what you have?
To leave it all behind
doesn't it make you sad?
As you take your first life
do you ever stop to think
is that what you want to be like
how to be remembered by me?
Think about that when your knocking at deaths door
for someone else who just can't take it anymore
please, don't be a victim of the Games
they'll tear you apart, till you're not the same
