In tribute to Cato- the boy who just wanted to live.

I lived my life believing it was right

To murder and to kill with all my might

I always thought the hunger games were good

If only I had known, I never would

I volunteered to make my family proud

And now what's left of me is in a shroud

I thought that I could live on without guilt

But with shame I brought my sword out from its hilt

I wanted to survive, to live through all the pain

But once the end was near those that I trusted had me slain

I loved my previous Clove but I was sure that I would win

But once in the arena every kill felt like a sin

But even so I knew that I would have to come back home

Each day in the arena I would kill while I would roam

And once there Were two more tributes alive

To win was all I wanted; to survive

The capital set out a pack of mutts

Which snapped at me, each bruise each little cut

And then I saw the others, running too

And in those mutts I saw bright hope anew

I climbed the cornucopia with the last two

I taunted them with words of Thresh and Rue

I inly thought that it would help me live

But in the end my life I had to give

I grabbed the boy and grasped him, neck and all

But then she shot my hand and I began to fall

The mutts began to eat me, ripping me to shreds

I felt such pain, I saw nothing but red

The pain was just unbearable, so horrible so cruel

And then I knew that all along I'd just been one small tool

They ripped at me till I was just a lump of bleeding flesh

I realized what I had done, killing boys and girls like Thresh

And finally after hours of pain, the girl came and saw

My body laying on the ground, my flesh all red and raw

And then she drew an arrow, and shot me in the head

My suffering was ended, I was gone and dead

I never got to live my life, I never got to see

What happened in Panem, what should have happened to me

But though I'm gone forever more I know my story lives on

The boy who only wanted to live, the boy who's life is gone.

Alright, there's my poem for Cato. Maybe it will make you feel pity for him, the boy who never got to live. For me, Catos death was rubber up for saddest,following Rue. When he said please... it kills me. It's so sad. So this is dedicated to Cato, the boy who never went home.