Red Lines

I bleed through the skin
the red lines cut so thin
just alone is hard to see
but many is noticing

Red lines that hold life or death
certain places can take my breath
hide and seek they play under my clothes
under lies and deciet they grow.

out of control deeper and deeper
no way out just steeper and steeper
stuck on a red line
slippery and wet all the blood so many signs

Can i find myself in this clot of confusion
a sticky mess of burgundy is intrusion
new skin heals but marks are left behind
where new lines grow and i will be left to find