They knew I was innocent. But I was convicted anyway. And why, why did they convict me when I didn’t do it. They knew it wasn’t me. I couldn’t do it if I tried.

It was him. He did it, it was always him. And yet you convict me anyway. I didn’t kill that woman and her children. I didn’t murder them, that was my family!! That was my wife and those were my sons. My precious family…I wasn’t able to bury them. By then I was being shipped off to prison. For life.

Why? Why me? Why is it that when ever he screws up or does something wrong…I always get blamed? Always!!

And now I’m here. With the real murderers and sadists. How come I get condemned to Hell and he gets to become an angel? They know that I’m innocent here too. The wardens, the inmates, everyone. Just wait until your wife and sons are murdered. Don’t come crawling to me, begging for forgiveness.

Since I’m already here. For life. For a crime I did not commit. Chained in a barred cell. Behind barbed wire.