Help Me.

Everyday, I spend hours,
Trying to hide the scars,
Trying to hide the truth,

It gets harder,

Regret,
Fear and Regret,
That’s it. Finished.
Why do I do it to myself?

That’s what I ask every time,
And every time,
I get no closer to the answer.

How does it feel?

Good,
But then again, you know it’s wrong.
Drop it; kick the habit you tell yourself.

But you can’t.
Because it’s the easiest way out.

Sure you could stop,
It’s been done many times.

It won’t make any difference to you though.
You still feel the same way.

I’ve told you. I love you. But you don’t see it.

Help Me.