Stay — Summary

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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.

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Karly's "Stay" is a raw, honest poem about self-harm and the bond between two people who are both struggling. The speaker says she promised to stop cutting when the person she loves did, but she couldn't keep that promise. Instead of quitting, she moved the harm from her wrists to her hips, where it's easier to hide. She admits that trying to stop made the pain feel worse, and that she sometimes hoped there would be no tomorrow.

What stands out is how love and secrecy tangle together. She lies about the bleeding and her health because she believes the other person can only be okay if she is. The ending turns that burden into a plea: she writes the poem to prove she's staying, and asks to be stayed for in return. The mood is heavy and vulnerable, but the repeated word "stay" gives it a fragile thread of hope.

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