Cutting

So many problems In one little word I use to cry out But nobody heard Cuts on my wrist No one will see Covered with a band I’ll let it be Since the abuse And my innocence was stole I keep to myself And haven’t told Who’d listen Who would I tell I’ll keep it to myself And stay in this hell I hide behind a mask I don’t care To ever remove it I wouldn’t dare To much is hidden To deep inside To many lies That I’ve lied I’ve stayed to long Behind this mask I’ll keep moving on Without revealing my past.