The Victor of the 54th annual Hunger Games
How do you live with it?
The emptiness.
Of knowing that because the one I loved had no choice
Other than to let me die
He killed himself.
To save me.
To make me a Victor
Not that it matters
Because I'm empty, so empty
But I guess that's what happens when you fall in love with someone in the Games
How is it possible to be so empty
Yet feel so much pain?
It's not FAIR!
The Games aren't fair
The way he left wasn't fair!
I made him promise that he would kill me
He broke his promise
But I can't find it in me to care
I'm too empty
He didn't even say goodbye
I opened my eyes the morning after the night he told me he loved me
And saw him swinging there, lifeless, empty
I couldn't do anything to save him, nothing
But I won, right? *bitter laughter*
It took away my soul
It took away my lover
It took everything but the way I breath
And even that falters sometimes
But I won
I'm forced to smile and wave
But all I can think about is how much I hate them
They are puppets on strings
And if you cut those strings
They fall to the ground
Lifeless
Empty
Just like me
Now I act like on of those puppets
But you cut my strings and and I will turn around and stab you in the heart
I am not a puppet
You may have killed what made me me
But I am not the Capitol's puppet
I am proud
I am deadly
I am the victor of the 54th annual Hunger Games
But I am empty
