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