stay for blood or stay for me

I've been told the gouges in your leg still bleed at night. that your thighs look like murder on a platter of depression and manic ideas. I remember the knives you carried around, and I can't help but imagine the blades sticking through your skin. Will it ever be enough, or will you hide under pants. will it ever be enough, like hidden scars under long sleeves never was. I've heard you wrapped a sheet around your neck. did you count to three. I wonder where you hung your makeshift noose. Whether it was desperation or planning. I wonder which days were attempts and which were avoidance. or if you ever planned a cut or pill in my presence. I heard your still manic, that your legs still bleed. But keep the sheet away from your neck for one more night
please do it for me