Break me down. Destroy me. Destroy my thoughts render my logic illogic. Tear a whole in my chest, inside of my thinking, inside of me.
I've got a little box you bastards, a little tiny box, impervious to your weapons, my little box lives inside of me, in a corner of my dishevelled soul.
Rip me apart and throw it all away to the four winds.
I'm in that little box you bastards.
I will crawl out of that little box and build myself right back up.