You said that
I'm a piece of junk.
They said that
I'm not worth all their love and attention.
Everyone said that
I caused their death
And I should have died,
Not them.
Even somebody said that
I deserved punishment...
...Torture until I plead for my death.
But nobody said it wasn't my fault,
That I'm falsely accused.
Nobody acknowledged the fact that
I didn't light the match,
I didn't spread gasoline around the house,
Inside and outside.
I wasn't the one who cheated
Nor the one who became insane with rage
And set ablaze the house,
Now an example of pure unrequited love.
Nobody stated these facts,
But nobody's voice, barely a whisper,
Was never heard.
Nobody is now six feet under,
Happy to be rid of all the torment,
Finally purged of their deeds.
You know, no one ever realised that
Nobody was me.
