I Walk...

I Walk this lonely path, Slipping on the ice in shame.
The Cold wind howling at me through the night.
My body quivers as I feel the pulsing of the darkness.
Empty thoughts in my head lead me on, in this pain staking voyage.
Tears run down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.
I wish i could just die here, in this icy torment.
The life I live is a lie, why should i put up with it?
I live merely to validate myself through others,
is that really even living? I think not.
I sit down on a snow covered bench, ignoring the cold.
I watch the trees wave at me, in a mocking fashion.
Even those I like to talk to seem to hate me now.
The all seeing walls of my mind provide me no shelter.
My thoughts change me slowly, sculpting my beliefs.
Everything demands me to conform. Why should I not?
Is it enough, that I am in fact myself?
Is that enough to be accepted? No... it means nothing.
I stand up and walk aimlessly. No idea of my location.
Suddenly the signs become clear, it hits me.
I am at the dead end of a cliff. Such irony.
Everything I have ever done has only lead me to a dead end.
It will not stop me this time.
I run to the edge at full speed,
planting an arm on the rail I leap.
My head cracks against the side of the cliff,
hitting numerous rocks on the way down.
I land in a river, face emerged.
My heart slowly stops beating, I am completely powerless.
Alas... I have overcome my Dead End.
Only to have it End in Death.