His silly little game

What is this game that we are playing?
You want me, you don't
Make up your mind
You are running out of time
The clock is ticking
I'm counting down the hours until I finally take my life
I am not ready to die
But every time I play I feel ready
So ready that I dig into my skin and watch myself bleed
So ready that I say my goodbyes
So ready that I write my apologies, my letter
I know this game by heart but I keep playing
Trickery is your mastered art
You draw me in, offer me a turn
You have the key to my heart but you make my world burn
You make my world come crashing down
So fast, so heavy it makes me drown
I cant swim in this pool of your games
I splash the water, I scream for help
There is no point
I did this to myself
I played your game, I took my turn
What is this game that we are playing?