You crumble me.
I am nothing, a hollow body.
You scrapped every last inside till I was only left with a lonely soul.
You threw the rest in a jar until the day I would be ready for it.
I will never be ready for it,
and it taunts me.
I am to alone for any of this,
and I don't help myself.
I am afraid and empty,
so I hide in my cell.
Send me to exile,
so my soul.can die.