Let the Hunger Games Begin!

Only.. I want to do die as myself

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

Some walks you have to take alone.