Cut-Out

I'll try it again, But just only once.
I promise that I would never do it again.
But I did, I can't stop.
I don't want to do it, But I just go with my emotions.
I just let them flow, Flow like it comes out of me.
Slowly and painfully, little by little.
It comes out more, and faster by the second.
There's nothing I can do, to stop people from seeing it.
No one can tell not even me, of the end of this tragedy.
Scares from the night stay there forever.
No matter how hard I try to make them go away.