Meaningful tales that mean nothing

My walk

I have walked down this path many times before. I know this isn't unusual for me but it seems so unneeded as I ponder my hopeless thoughts. My life I lead I realize is meaningless because I have no one to share it with I am alone.

Most of the time I cry myself to sleep at night but as I walk I realize, there is no need for that. I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't mourn, I shouldn't be alive but I am.

Why you ask, why am I alive? Why that is simple it is prove to everyone who walk down this path crying like me bit with a reason to cry for that they have a reason to live. They need to be in this world, I do not. They are more important then I am, they deserve more then I do.

On this walk I often take I wonder to myself why am I still walking, why don't I stop and rest my tired legs, for I haven't sat in days. the answer is as simple as the last, for myself to show myself that I could be worth it even if I am not now. I have two legs for a reason I must use them I figure.

So I continue walking down this beat up, worn down track and watch the leaves fall from a tree they once belonged to. I watch the people in front of me that have somewhere they are walking to, somewhere in the future.

Then there is me, just walking to walk.