Stacy Day Poet I do not know?

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.

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