What Did I Do Poem by Antonija Norbutaite

This is a story about how I died
Burned down in the fire though I was still alive
I felt every flame, heat under my skin
But all I could think of was 'how have I sinned? '

What did I do to deserve such a way?
Only sinners will burn down in fire, they say
I was going to church, to pray for their God
I wasn`t rude, or jugemental, and not even got mad

I wasn`t drinking, or smoking, or using the drugs
Instead I chose peace, hot tea and the books
What did I do to deserve such a way?
I`m screaming out loud 'this must be a mistake! '

Yes! Somebody listened! The fire is gone
Am I finally free? Apparently not
The crowd right behind me are cheering the hangman
The rope`s on my neck, am I being hanged now?

As the rope gets tighter it`s harder to breathe
Oh death, by now I feel you`re so sweet
I open my hands, you can take me, I`m near
I scream out my lungs but nobody hears

What did I do to deserve such a way?
I never did anything bad nor did I say
I never did such a huge of mistake
Yet this is how I`m meeting my fate

I open my hands and meet death as a friend
Wishing this torture would come to the end
The rope`s long gone and I`m on my knees
They`re cutting my head off! Just take me already, please!

I can feel blades slowly crossing my skin
Down through my muscles, bones... this is it
I think to myself but I don`t understand
Will this nightmare of mine.... will it come to the end?

That's when I wake up all covered in sweat
I check for burns on my skin and cuts on my neck
Take a deep breath and thank God I`m alive
This is a story of how I survived