And Still I Walk On

So my dear pathetic readers
There's nothing more to say, for I've given up fighting and now I'm lost.
I don't know where I'm going, though I can see how far I've gone.
My back's to the future, my hands clinging to the past
Walking blindfolded, fingers frantically clutching all that brush past
All my senses numbed and retire
I rest my head on damnation
I speak with a voice unrecognisable even to myself
I sing a song I thought i knew but the lyrics get in the way
My body's no longer mine and I can't face the skin I'm in
I despise my desire, I reject resolution
I banish all mirrors, afraid to see the reflection staring back at me
I break the glass, hoping it will break me too
But yet here I stand
Everything still ardent on living
But how do you function when all inside is dead
Zombied I tread on, voices edging me on
Spurning me with their distaste
Into hard walls I smash my face
Bloodied from the lengthy journey but still I walk on
Hoping to find the next exit to my revolution