I walked to the park slowly as the rain poured down on me, my head hung low. My face was wet, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the rain or the tears that fell from my very own eyes.

The park was lifeless, no one else was there with me… the only nearby sounds were the rainfall and my crying.

Far, far off in the distance, children ran and played around with glee. Joy in their eyes; pain in mine. I looked at them with jealousy. They still had their innocence, and I was left here with none.

Wallowing in my sorrow, I sat down on one of the soaking wet benches and contemplated each and every one of my life decisions that had led me to this moment. I wondered what I had done so wrong as to wind up here, a deserted park in the pouring rain at 7:30 p.m., crying my heart out. Nothing specific came to mind.

_Why am I stuck like this?! I never tried to hurt anyone or anything! So, what did I do?! Where did I go wrong?!_ I thought as I continued to cry, remaining seated on the bench as the rain poured down.