I See No Point.

I don't see the point.
Of pretending to be who I'm not anymore.
It's not got me anywhere.
I change who I am to fit in with people around me.
Because I'm terrified of being in this world alone.
The thought alone makes me want to.
Go down to the bridge.
And throw myself off it.

I doubt that anything here is real.
The people here are fake.
Fake like me.
So I guess I fit in.
In that case I guess I belong here.
But.
I don't want to be here.
I can't be here.
This town is killing me.
And it isn't even softly.