Stay

I told you the day you stopped cutting, I would too. You stopped for me, but I couldn't stop for you. There's no more slits on my wrists, that's because I moved onto my hips. I tried to quit, but I feel more pain with the razor not letting me ache. I couldn't keep the clean meter high, I tried to flush the blades and say, "Goodbye." I tried to end an era of tears and sorrow, but I just kept on hoping there would be no tomorrow. I love you more than anything else, so I lie about the bleeding and the issues with my health. Because while I know the only way you'll be fine, Is if I am too. So I write you here today, to prove that I am staying here for you. You should stay here for me, like I stay for you.