• Someone's POV:
    Tears.

    They roll down continuously without you even knowing.

    You try to force it back.

    It only comes out.

    You try to hide your sadness.

    It shows in every movement you make, every single word that comes from your mouth, everything.

    I know I shouldn’t be crying. But the tears won't stop.

    I’ve lived through these past years with an unbearable weight on my shoulders without shedding one tear.

    Before, I had just taken it and endured the pain. I thought I could withstand anything.



    I was wrong.



    All those years wore me down. All those years of loneliness broke down my barricade, leaving me stripped of all my happiness.

    These past few years have made me realize how important some things are while others are insignificant. It makes me angry, and sad, that many people are blinded, and cannot think about others.

    They do not have common sense. They do not have the ability to see what others feel. They do not have understanding. They do not have kindness. They do not have love.

    Love. What is love? The definition of love is caring for each other, kindness. My definition of love is a feeling that can’t be deciphered. Love can make your heart flutter, or drown you in your own despair.

    You can’t buy love. You can’t bribe love. You have to earn it. These past five years made me acknowledge what is happening. I learned why my life was corrupted.

    It was only true that what comes around goes around.

    It was my fault my family was ruined.

    My plain existence ruined my once happy family. At first, I was ignorant, and I ignored the constant signs, but now I can see that what I did to my family came around and got me back.

    Now I am sinking in my own hole that I dug. I don’t know why, but I blame it on myself.

    From what I have seen, I concluded that I was at fault. I've seen the proof.

    Now, I'm here, sitting upon my apartment building's roof, looking through an old photo album.

    Again, the tears flow down my cheeks. The further I dug into my family’s past, the more stress I felt.
    All of a sudden, a thought had entered my head. I felt the weight lift off my shoulders. I had to tell my family what I was thinking. What I was about to do. How much I loved them.

    So I took each picture out, and wrote something on it. Then I threw them. They scattered like feathers tossed in the wind.

    The pictures before I ever existed.


    Before no one knew I would exist.



    Policeman's POV:
    That poor woman. I wonder what made her commit suicide.

    As I picked up the pictures that were tossed, I found statements written on each one.

    One picture showed the victim's parents trying to teach their children how to walk.

    What was written on the back shocked me.

    I've always been grateful to you guys for raising me. I'm sorry that I have given you sadness in return.

    Another picture showed the same family taking their children to the park.

    I'm sorry for being a burden. I'm sorry for being here. I just hope you'll be happier when I leave this world.

    The last picture nearly brought me to tears.
    It showed a smiling family. A type of family other people would envy. A family that was honestly happy.

    Even though I have left this world, I hope you guys will remember that I will always love you.