There was that boy... Looking around him in a vain search for love.. Holding out his arms in some attempts to receive some hugs.. Eyes on the verge of crying... Knees always on the verge of crumbling under him.. Trying to see in some unknown darkness.. Memories flow through his mind in a unbelievable speed.. Good or bad... he doesn't see the difference anymore.. He walks in a direction... Turning on himself after hearing a faint whisper... Only to see his shadow.. Teasing him by being so calm.. So unnafected by all those pains roaming the world after weak people.. Those pain that suppose make you stronger... Make you feel alive after defeating it.. But then, they all seem to jump on this boy.. Making his shoulders bow before the weight... His warm smile is no more.. Letting the place to a mournful face... Walking alone in the night... After one of those day that look like all the same to him.. Looking down at those lamps in the street... His glance seem to make them flicker.. Some even turn off in his wake.. A dark aura now surround him... The one that was so playful and Happy-Go-Lucky now seem so cynical... Forgot all the good things in the past.. Now he see them with another point of vue... A much realistic one for him... So much painful now. He tries to make his place in the world.. Even if it's something unsignificant.. He only want not to be forgotten... Now he's before his computer, talking with his "friends"... Knowing by informations he glimpsed here and there that some of them are only "Make-Believe"... Turning his head in fury, he doesn't want to show his pain.. He want to be strong... He want to be loved.... But he's only a boy... Subject to human pain and human limit.. Everyone can only take to a point... And sometime... He feels like he passed the point of no-return.. How he wished not to have met her.. The beginning of everything... When the end means everything... He passed through wonderful moments.. Now only to be remembererd as bitter and a proof of his foolishness.. Sometime he wished things would have passed differently... Would have been better... Because now, he believes nothing could have been worse... A ironic grin appears on his face... Gritting teeth, he remembers the saying... Never say that nothing could be worse cause it will become worse... And he imagines how it could be... Closing his eyes, he hits the wall before him until his hands are reduced to bloody members... He would look at them and raises an eyebrow... How far was it when he felt that kind of pain in his head... But he's only a boy... He passes by things that everybody must pass by... Only some are more able to take it than more... But he's only a boy... A weak and ever-dreaming boy... Wishingit to end... To find the end... And what is the end... He's only a boy... Laying down in his bed... Hearing the wind yelling outside.. Eyes wide-open, he listen to the inner voice of the natural fury... So much melancholy.. He's only a boy... Wishing it to end... But will it end..Maybe.. Soon... The boy is waiting in his bed.. WOndering what it will be like when it will be over... Maybe he will be happy.... Maybe he won't... Maybe he won't know the end is there...