The look of terror on my wifes face as she had delivered our baby, it wasn't the fact that she had just done something that is described as the most painful thing this world has to offer. No, instead, what made her look so frightened was that this baby, our precious baby was born at just twenty two weeks.

She was so small, so fragile.

Our life had been lived for moments that we could enjoy with our beautiful children but now we don't even know if this baby would survive. After what felt like years of medication and treatment, it had looked like the doctors had finally gotten our beautiful daughter back to what we can hopefully call an amazing life.

Years went by and the only issue that had presented itself was something that she'll have to live with, just asthma, which is a lot better than what we had once feared.

High school saw her blow by and although friends were few and far, she, like every other student, had their own cliques.

It is a week or so away from her graduation, and we are all so happy to see this once fragile being walk the stage. You keep your head held high Sophie, you survived a hard moment, now comes the hard moment called life. It is difficult and it is hard but it is worth living.

He acknowledged the scene, in disbelief.

Sat there, knowing who was the thief.

It was himself, the captain of police.

Only it wasn't, instead a different personality.

He thought of ways to stop this.

The madness, the bliss.

He was on the inside.

The personality saw his scene.

In his head, the personality talking.

Saying to keep going, he needed the bling.

The captain of the police.

The biggest of thieves.

I've been thinking too much. Some may think that thinking is a good thing, that you should spend a lot of your day in thought.

I understand why some believe that but you don't know what goes on inside of my head. No one does.

A voice rings through.

The voice is too strong.

I try to turn away from my thoughts but the voice is just too strong.

It starts taunting me, a small kid who had the best lunch in the class, the high pitch telling me what I should do. It's hard not to listen but I have to try.

A small rat is lying dead in front of me, no memory of how it died, just the voice laughing. The voice telling me of how much fun it had been. This can't happen again, not today.

Three years ago, things happened that I can't explain, that I wish I didn't know.

I bite down on an apple, and know what I have to do. One, more bite in the Red Delicious and it's time. The juice from the apple is the last thing I remember as the blood splatters.

I had done it, silenced the voice. The only thing I hear now is the high pitched screech of the voice, like a fork scratching the plate. Fuck you, voice.

They did the ECHO, stickered me up and used the gel pen.

Took pictures of my heart.

The results weren't terrible but weren't what I wanted to hear.

All I know is I hope the cardiologist doesn't find anything else.

I'm scared.

How did it happen?

I question the judge.

Maybe it was my attorney?

Did she not want to win the case?

I wait for a letter.

But none never come.

I tell my loved ones thanks.

And try to make the most of this life.

It's hard being positive when you know,

That your life is coming to an end.

In here, it's just me.

Just my thoughts.

Maybe I should off myself?

That's what they want anyways.

A dead man wrongfully convicted.

There's so much hatred in my veins.

God will know I'm innocent.

But if that were the case,

Why am I here?

Rotting away until my death.

I think tonight is the night.

I hang myself.

I'll only struggle for a minute or two.

Then be at peace.

Watching over my loved ones,

Laughing by their side.

I wonder if they'll be happy.

It's time for us to all be.

I sit, wondering what life could be. Family by my side through the tough, through the easy. I think of the people I have gotten to know. The close friends of my childhood no longer by my side. Except for two or three. My first relationship, no longer here. I look at the people that are there now, the six close ones and I realize that I am lucky. Especially to have who I have by my side at the end of the day.

Her beauty is undeniable. Her laugh and smile as beautiful as the sun rise. The best feature is evident in the fact that she can turn my day around in a heartbeat, her personality.

She knows my love for her, I know hers for me but I don't think we know just how much we mean to each other.

All I know is that I get lost in her eyes, I get lost in her voice but I can always trust her to have me find myself.

I sit, smiling in my thought as I watch her from across our bedroom. My friends from childhood not here, except for a few but I know I am the luckiest man alive to be able to stare into her eyes.