Tears For ODB, drug-induced poetry. Whats the use? Strung out from the drug abuse. Woe is me.

Today was especially...eventful.
Where should I begin? Today I killed a man. Not with my bare hands mind you, but with my words. I used to be an avid believer in the phrase actions speak louder than words but that cannot be true.
Two days ago a letter was delivered to my flat saying nothing but three words signed by Robert Smith and a blue fingerprint. I thought it was strange, I no longer receive fan mail, not personally anyway, and if is sent then it isn't sent to this address. The letter reads "You Did This". I should have thrown the letter away and though nothing of it, but I couldn't.

You Did This is a song I wrote before people knew my name, before people listened to what I had to say. I wrote it in pure spite. I wrote it to the person I thought would be the person I wold spend the rest of my life with. I was too young I admit but that isn't why she quit being my bride to be. She miscarried and we blamed each other. Me for my unhealthy habits and unsafe environment and her for being the conduit for our unborn baby's demise. You Did This was me blaming her, and if I'm being honest, I never apologized and told her its not wasn't her fault.

But I have never heard the name Robert Smith. I was taken by storm when I turned on the television and saw a man with the same name painted in all blue looking down at his death. Looking down like he was searching for forgiveness. That's why I went into the city, without my glasses, without any disguise. I wanted this man to see him, I wanted to know who he was, and I wanted him to see me..I knew people saw me, some people followed me, one persistent gentleman in particular. But I didn't look back, at him, I didn't look at anyone because I was only interested in seeing his face. But alas, I was too late. All I could hear when I arrived was 'he jumped, he jumped!' Eventful is the only way I could describe today. Corrupt.