The Destroyer

What do you do
When the things you feel
Rush out too fast, too soon
Too much but not enough
When instead of easing
My inner wounds, they are
Burning, burning, burning,
Burning all in sight
Out of sight, out of mind
The destroyer they will call me
The water’s all dried up
Even so, this flame
Cannot be put out
So what comes next?
What do I do?