There’s an alarm going off in my brain I stand there and let it fill my head with its familiar deafening sounds Everyone watches and waits for me to turn it off, to take care of it on my own you know, the way I usually do Except this time I don’t try to turn it off I don’t try to quiet it down so it won’t disturb those around me I plug my ears so it only grows louder And this time I let my insides burn to the ground Because anything is better than the thought of rebuilding myself over again and again, anything is better than this cold