this is me being real

I sat on a bench the other day, overlooking the NYC skyline. There were all these people there taking pictures and trying to be cute. I was alone, the only company I held was a poland spring bottle with vodka and diet sprite. I sat there for a couple hours, it was difficult because I felt awkward alone and didn't want anyone to see me. I stuck through it and sat and thought about life, I went through everything in my head, possible scenarios of a cause and effect of my actions.

I don't want to live anymore.