Sometimes I go to the park
I get tired of crying alone in my house
So I cry next to something beautiful 
And maybe I feel a bit less lonely 

Or maybe it just reminds me of when I was a child
A different being
A world of play and wonder 
Without the heaviness on my shoulders 

Maybe it reminds me of a different version of myself 
A version I could actually love
One that made it worth it all.

But no. 
It’s just me. 
The rain. 
The pond.
And the tears.