Crimson Waves

I'm playing a game
With the ones that care
That has a name
I don't care to share
I just want to see
How much the notice me
How much they truly know
How far they'd be willing to go

So the cuts and the bruises
Are intentional, yes
On my subconscious level
I want them to help
To worry and to wonder
So I slide the razor
Across slick skin
And delight in the crimson
That pours out in waves

I hide it so pourly
And just wait
For them to ask
But they never do
They never notice the ones
So intentionally laid
And it prompts me to
Make more and more and
More
Over and over again
Until one day, I'll
Go too far