The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster

I hate that people still mistreat her. My girlfriend, Diana. More like a ghost than a girlfriend now.  
  
I don't understand why.  
  
She's the sweetest girl I've ever known, but I guess people are just disappointing assholes. Over and over, they shut her down.  
  
I know she feels it everyday, this pain I feel. Even though she's out there in the free world, she's in her own prison, and in a heartbeat, I would trade places with her. I would get raped in the ass everyday by a man who ain't worth shit just so she wouldn't have to go through one ounce of pain.   
  
People don't understand why I would die for this woman. Because they listen to the lies of her father. He lies all the time about me, but I can't even care at this point. I'm just frozen.  
  
I just want to be melted by her kiss, melted by her touch. But I can't even be around her, to hear that laugh, to tell me how cute I am when I do not see it at all.  
  
I just want her in my life again. She's all I've ever wanted. We wanted a child together, and I was starting a job as a music tutor. Things were finally going good, and then, this happened- me killing my father. Me ending up in prison.  
  
You see, I asked for her father's blessing. I was trying to be nice. He didn't accept and almost killed me. Even wanted to cut my dick off. And the police didn't believe me at all. Because they believed the man with a dad bod. A man who isn't skinny and frail and weak like me. They like to believe in a man who looks strong and who is annoyingly loud and obnoxious.  
  
People listen to him.  
  
And they will never listen to me.