Disclaimer: The line: "Stupid as you are, you don't change for no one", is from Hardcore Superstar's song "Blood On Me", the line: "Where they will find you, pale, lost and dying, from the truth", is from Scary Kids Scaring Kids song: "My Darkest Hour". The line: "Standing at the end of the road", is from Hardcore Superstar's song "Standing On The Verge". The title's from Hardcore Superstar's song: "Standing On The Verge". Lots and lots of Hardcore Superstar, huh?;)

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Standing On The Verge

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The wind is strong. It blows the hair out of your face and dries the tears from your cheeks. You've always loved the wind. It's invicible, but it's there, strong and independent.

And you've always wondered what it says when it cries.

The city beneath you is dark, but it's lit up by the moonlight. Very beautiful, but then again, you find everything beautiful. Absolutely everything. And it drives you crazy, because deep down you know that everything in this world isn't pretty. Far from it. But you find beauty in pain and disaster, as well as in sunshine and roses.

Well, you used to, anyway.

But this has, for once, nothing to do with beauty.

This has to do with the truth.

You know you're weak, why else would you be standing where you're standing? Weak, indeed, but who cares? You don't. And maybe that's your biggest weakness; looking down at others, thinking little to nothing about them. And that's because the seasons change and fade away, the sun always come up behind you no matter how hard you try to chase it, time is always against you. And if no one else can see that (actually, you're sure they can't, because how could they?), why bother trying to make them open their eyes?

Stupid as you are, you don't change for no one.

You take another step, looking down. People walking, minding their own business. Doing what they always do. Eat, shit, work, drink, hang out with friends, procreate, die. All in all, they live. But you can't help but longing for something else, just something... different.

One day, you realized that you were longing for something else than life.

And you decided to do something about it.

So there you are, looking down, two steps away from whatever you're longing for. Is it death? Or oblivion? Both? Maybe just some kind of adventure, and not those kind of adventures Hollywood filmed, just... You don't know, really. Anything but here.

And you know you're selfish, because people will cry, you're sure about that. But if you don't think about yourself, who else will?

You take another step, but this time keep your eyes focused on the sky, the stars shining together with the moon. You're standing at the end of the road, of the road which has already been too long for your age. Too long, too filled with bumps and thorns and rocks. Now, after chosing all the wrong paths, you can't turn away from the one way dead end road you're facing.

You're standing on the verge of being free.

And you never thought you'd hesitate, but you do. Hesitate for taking the final step, and ending everything right there. Tears start to roll down your face again, too many for the wind to blow away.

You breathe deeply, closing your eyes and enjoy the wind as it blows through your hair, like strong fingers. You lift your foot, prepared to take the final step, to cut the final cut.

But then suddenly, you know. You know what the wind says when it cries.

You take a step back, eyes wide open. You can't do it, no matter how much you want to, no matter how much it hurts to step back from what could've saved you.

Instead, your legs fail you and you sink down, arms wrapped around them. You tell yourself you're not jumping because people will cry for who you were, for who they thought they knew. You'll cause tears that just this once, aren't yours to shed. And you tell yourself that you can't do that. What would they think when they'd find your dead body?

It never occured to you that they might cry harder for the empty shell you've become more than a dead body.

So you sit there, looking out over the city, the wind crying in your ears. There they will find you, pale, lost and dying, from the truth.

Because the wind has whispered its secret to you: it's really all of the lost souls, dead and alive, that cries. Not for the alive ones to keep living, but for them to join the others.

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Author's Notes: Short, I know, but I needed to finish it! Sorry if it doesn't make any sense.

Special Thanks: To Marine. Thanks for pointing out some things, and for your advices! And, of course, for making me laugh. The only reason I didn't delete this was because of you! Feel special;)lol