The only voice inside my head 

Is my own 

But the echoes 

Of my screams 

As the noise dies down 

And I'm left in my own silence 

It's painful 

It's numb 

I'm sick of the negativity

I can't stop hearing it 

I'm screaming at myself constantly 

Like I'm walking around an empty house 

With a can of gasoline 

Soaking every square inch 

Before I prepare myself 

To sit amidst the flames 

As I light a match 

And watch the inferno consume me 

I do this every now and then 

And the process is impossible

But I'm used to the heat by now 

I'm used to losing myself

I'm used to being alone.