The ground is trembling now, 
As I tie my ankles to the tracks. 
You are an oncoming train,
That I wait for patiently, patiently. 

You were an oncoming train, 
And you blew right through me. 

There's nothing left in me to give, 
I destroyed so much, 
And you plant lies on my skin with your teeth, 
Leaving handprints, 
I can't make myself clean.

Tell me that you see me now, 
I can't make myself good, 
But I'm so good at killing my closest friends.  

Mistreat me, Deceive me, 
No, Make me Hollow. 
Just how I like, 
I can't make this right. 

Tell my closest friend that I'm so sorry, 
For the mess I've made, 
And the worst part is I can't make this right, 
Are you alright? 
I can't make this right. 

I'm ready to give my body back to the earth, 
When my lungs fill up with soil, 
Plant something new out of the nothing I've become. 

What have I become. 

Daniella Bolin