Cut-Out

I'll try it again, but just only once.
I promised that I would never do it again,
But I did, I can't stop.
I don't want to do it, but I jusr go with my emotions.
I just let them flow, like it flows out of me.
Slowly and painfully, it comes out more.
Faster and faster by the second.
Theres nothing that I can do,
To stop people from noticing it.
No one can tell, not even me.
Of the end of this horrible tragedy.
Scares from the night, stay there forever.
No matter how hard I try to make them go away.