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Why did you do this? by Moxxi
Creeping down the corridor, blunt object in hand.
Who's that? What was that? Did you hear that?
You're talking to yourself again, no one can hear you.
If they can't hear me, who can?
Shh! You don't want to get discovered!
Quit it brain! I take a left and then a right!
Nothing in sight, I need to collect myself.
Glass broke. Cliche!
Run to it, go find out.
No! I'm scared...
But you choose to be scared now go find out what that could have possibly been, do it!
You're conflicted again, don't panic self.
It clicked in my head that one night I got drunk and angry, shoved everything off of the book shelf.
I destroyed the dinner table, told my family I hate them.
I had to hate them, I hated myself.
I heard noises! Who's there?!
That blunt object in your hand, it's a gun.
As I'm looking straight forward at nothing but a wall and tears in my eyes, gun in my right hand.
What's in my left hand? Blood and smashed glass.
I've gone insane again! Now do it!
Remember that voice earlier? Who said "do it"?
I put my family through hell, and myself.
I guess today is the day, bang.
Don't have to deal with it any longer.
There had always been a second me, she took over. Former self isn't home.
Leave a message, although I won't be able to hear you.
The pain left my body, to heaven or hell I go and I swear I've gone through this.
Whole family left to ask, Why Did You Do This?..
Creeping down the corridor, blunt object in hand.
Who's that? What was that? Did you hear that?
You're talking to yourself again, no one can hear you.
If they can't hear me, who can?
Shh! You don't want to get discovered!
Quit it brain! I take a left and then a right!
Nothing in sight, I need to collect myself.
Glass broke. Cliche!
Run to it, go find out.
No! I'm scared...
But you choose to be scared now go find out what that could have possibly been, do it!
You're conflicted again, don't panic self.
It clicked in my head that one night I got drunk and angry, shoved everything off of the book shelf.
I destroyed the dinner table, told my family I hate them.
I had to hate them, I hated myself.
I heard noises! Who's there?!
That blunt object in your hand, it's a gun.
As I'm looking straight forward at nothing but a wall and tears in my eyes, gun in my right hand.
What's in my left hand? Blood and smashed glass.
I've gone insane again! Now do it!
Remember that voice earlier? Who said "do it"?
I put my family through hell, and myself.
I guess today is the day, bang.
Don't have to deal with it any longer.
There had always been a second me, she took over. Former self isn't home.
Leave a message, although I won't be able to hear you.
The pain left my body, to heaven or hell I go and I swear I've gone through this.
Whole family left to ask, Why Did You Do This?..
This poem will probably be hard to understand, so if you guys are confused about it, leave your question(s) and I'll update this spoiler with the question(s) and answer(s) it. Thank you.
No. "Someone" committed suicide.
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