The Shooting

Shots rise, the guns blow as
People run to escape the smoke,
They're jumping out the windows,
Trying to get out.
Is it too late? It is for you,
You've gone insane, and no one knows,
What could have caused something like this to happen.
It was all supposed to be normal,
We all share a common goal and we all try to get there.
But you didn't want to,
This is what you wanted.
Then why are you still so sad?
I thought you said you wanted them dead.
And now you're standing in a hallway, empty of life,
The stench of bodies rotting slowly, and
Blood is rising higher into the air.
And you're the only one, you're all alone.
I thought you wanted it all to be over,
For you, but not for them.
Now, it's up to you again:
Will you choose to end it now,
Or will you take the last chance you have?
Or will you drive far away, maybe back home,
Maybe you'll just keep driving yourself insane,
To a point of no return, and
That's where you are.

I didn't think this is how it would end,
Is this really what you wanted?