Dear God,



I've been in my cell for over three years



I've grew some comfort with the sound of my tears



The door is locked and the lights are out



No one can hear my screams or shouts



I can't feel the cold anymore on my skin



They all say I'm guilty for all my sins



I didn't do it, this thing they say



If I don't get out of here, then I'll die today!



They gave me a choice of how I can… Continue