It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind.

I feel empty.

There is nothing left to live for.

Prim is gone, and so is my father.

My mother can't bear to live here, so I'm left alone.

This is what I deserve, I caused my sister's death.

I wish it was me instead.

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat.

The only person who slightly understands my pain is Peeta.

But, he too has left me, in a way.

He'll never just be the boy with the bread.

I wish things were as simple as they were in my first games.

All I had to do was survive.

But now, I don't even want that.

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

Peeta visits every day.

He makes me eat, and tries to get me to talk.

But I don't.

There's nothing left to say.

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again.

One day, I finally spoke.

"Peeta, why do even care if I'm alive?"

He looked into my eyes and said, "We protect each other. Even from ourselves."

Cause I have other things to fill my time.
You take what is yours and I'll take mine.
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind.

I needed to get out of this house.

I needed to do something, to live a little.

But that could never happen.

I was as dead as could be inside of my hard exterior.

Maybe one day, I would forget.

And the scars in my mind would heal.

Maybe.

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears.
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears.

I'm so selfish.

I hate myslef.

District 12 is full of orphans, and I'm one myself.

But I don't care about anyone but myself.

All I do is sit in my house and cry.

I'm so useless.

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

Peeta still comes every day and makes sure that I'm eating and showering.

I still don't see the point.

I'm pratically dead anyway.

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again.

He makes me talk to him.

It's meaningless talk, but I must admit that it makes me feel a bit better.

Like I am alive, which is something I can't believe.

I haven't felt alive in months.

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down.
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's hand.

I walked out of my house and to Peeta's.

He was standing by the oven, decorating a cake.

He turned to meet my eyes.

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want.
I will not hear what you have to say.

I cried like I never have before.

His arms went around me, and he let me cry into his shirt.

He kissed my forehead gently.

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be.

When I finished crying, he still kept me in a tight hug.

"Katniss," he whispered, "Please, don't be afraid of living."

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

I smiled, something I hadn't done for a long time.

Someone still cared about me.

Peeta was my dandelion in the spring.

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again.

This is why I wanted him to kiss me again in the cave.

Somehow, I always knew it would be Peeta.

My boy with the bread.

My dandelion.