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