Masked

I continually cut myself free from everything I've known.
My suicidal intentions forcing me to be alone.
My mask hides more than just My face of unrecognized shame.
But a reflection of my shattered hearts ever lasting pain.
You try to move in closer but I always move away.
You cut me to my core with all the things you say.
I can not place my trust in you, even though you want me to.
Now I can only win, cause I have nothing left to loose.
I have allowed the pain of my past to hurt for far to long.
Now I must find the strength to stop myself knowing my ways are wrong.
Yet I still can not open my heart to let anyone in.
No one will ever get that close, while my wounds refuse to mend.
I find I always come in last place, never making first.
How deep that seems to cut me, would you believe it hurts?
Constantly being wounded in ways you just can't see.
Now I have to know, how many pieces will you take of me?