But sometimes there just weren't words

I don't know where to go anymore. It's like my body is on overdrive. I do everything I do because I have to not because I want to. I can't even hold myself back, from saying the truth or from lying. It's like I lost myself or I lost the need to take care of myself.
All this pent up anger is going to kill me. From the inside, the fire will grow, and I'll spontaneously burst, allowing the flames to eat away at my skin and I won't try to stop it because it'll be too late by then. I would have lost myself, but more importantly, you will have lost me. I know, not much of a loss, is it?