I left the hospital.
I went back to the bus.
No one was there.
I went to the lounge area.
There,on the couch,was a blade.
I picked up the blade.
Must've been Kylie's.
I went to the bathroom.
Left the door open.
Lifted up my bracelet and wristbands.
I promised Kylie I wouldn't do this again.
But I put her in a hospital,a coma.
I pressed the cold metal against my skin.
I watched the blood rise.
I kept on dragging the blade against my skin.
Over my scars.
Now,I'm making new scars.
I never meant to hurt Kylie.
I actually never liked Bryana.
The management made me date her for more publicity.
Everywhere I went with Bryana,the tour manager would follow us to make sure they we were 'together'.
I kept on pressing the metal against my skin.
I shouldn't be doing this.
But I deserve it.