My game

I have this little game you see
about knives & drugs & blood &me
its really simple and easy to play
you just need you and a place to be away

the object of the game is simple to understand
take the drugs, and cut your hand
do it all- make yourself hurt
and if you bled- then you know it worked

look at my arms- tell me whats there
cuts. bruises, and scars everywhere
cuz you see, its fun to play my game
you can carve anything- even your name

there's just one rule- this you must know
you cannot do it simply for show
oh there's catch- i forgot to say
only me (and that is I) can play

only i should take this pain
because i am the only one to blame
nobody cares if i bleed and die
but if you should do it- then all will cry

because i am irrelevant- a pointless mistake
nobody care about my own sake
so all the time i play this game
so i shall bleed and hide my shame.

** people.. please don't worry about me. a friend read this and thought i was suicidal.. y'all need to know that I'm done with those thoughts... this came from nowhere.. but it is true..**