A/N: This is my first poem so please be nice. This poem is set right after Prim's death. So Katniss is still a teenager in this poem.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does.
Heartbroken
That's how Katniss felt when her sister passed away.
Her death turned her world upside down.
Because after her father's death, and her mother... wasn't really there,
she basically raised her.
Prim was like her only child.
But now she's gone.
It wasn't her fault that she wanted to help people.
That's what her mother does.
But she was so young,
and had a chance to live life for a long time.
But after the bombs went off,
she lost that chance.
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