Again

Why do I get myself here all the time, when I knw I'd end up feeling crappy about it latter.
I torture myself most times, and I'm not a masochist though. Not by a long short. But it's almost like someone else plays mi and tortures mi in my stead it hurts somehow all I can do is bleed through it and cry through it and then move on. Accept it and love on.... Or accept it and bottle it all down inside I'd say I'm done, but sadly it's not my place. I have no say in what happens. So I can't say I'm done. I wish I could say.