After Mockingjay

Broken

I wake up, and i feel broken. 

The images of the peple lost forever in the haze stick in my head just the way i saw them.

And it cracking my heart right into 89 million peices inside me.

Everyone i love is taken from me, even myself.

Im just broken, a broken person, not enough to be a real, whole person.

Id always wondered when it would click that i was really not a whole person.

Broken by poverty and war. By lose and the games.

I couldnt think of complete happiness before my dad died.

Even then i was trapped in district 12.

Im still trapped, trapped in different ways.

I cant reach Gale or my mother. The real Peeta or Prim. My dad or Finnick. All of them gone in different ways.

Gale and my mom taken away from me in the snap of a finger.

Peeta, tainted and struggling from the capitol.

My dad, Finnick, my sister all taken from me never to return.

And myself, that was taken from me the minute my dad died. 

I am broken.

Broken beyond repair.