He is my sunshine;
my light when it is dark,

He is the air that I breathe;
that continues my existence,

Without him I am lost;
I am nothing without my true other half,

I've been lost in the dark;
which seemed forever,

Wandering the streets;
day by day asking where can my other half be,

I've searched high and low;
just to find out where he could be,

I've almost gave up;
on the thought of my true other half,

I've known all the others;
weren't meant for me,

They weren't him;
my true other half,

The one who brightens;
my day with a smile on my face,

The one who hasn't given up on me,

The one who truly loves me,

The reason to give me;
by continuing walking this earth,
while the whole word is in chaos,

My one,
my only,
my love,
my other true half,

That I love so dearly;
I wish we weren't so far away,

But one day when;
it comes where I can cross the border just to be with you,

To hold,
to kiss,
to stare into your eyes,
to touch your skin,

Just to say;
I finally found you,
my search is over,
now I can build a true life with you,

Not by hiding in the shadows;
not by wondering how much longer,
will it take just to find you,

Not by settling for anything less,

Not by just waiting for the days to go by;
until I perish from this earth,

No none of it,

So my sunshine,
I can not wait to see you,

I wouldn't wish to be;
with anyone else but you,

No celebrities;
no wishful thinking of,
a false true other half but YOU.

Everyday I ponder while,

my soul wanders blindly though,

the days of when it will see answers clearly.

Tears flowing down endlessly of sorrow,

fear,

sometimes joy,

and of the unknown,

they burn through my skin as punishment,

of my existence,

seemingly saying that,

I do not belong in this world.

My eyes are dead on the inside,

from seeing pain ,

never ending pain,

from another human being emotions,

joy has faded away,

trust is slowly disintegrating into the ground,

love is dying quickly from this dead soul of mine,

that lingers in the cold dark shadows.

My hands feels lifeless of no warmth,

no scene of feeling in touch,

but only emptiness,

my arms feeling heavy from the burden of pain,

my shoulders are lacking strength,

my chest is suffocating from not breathing,

my legs refuse to give mobility,

to have the ability to move freely of my own free will,

my feet are bound to the ground as punishment of betrayal.

These invisible chains are killing me from the inside,

being played as a puppet from another person's mind,

controlling every move I make,

while I blindly hurt myself more,

and more,

even more to satisfy the master,

pulling my strings gently,

swiftly,

smoothly,

and hastily,

to destroy of what is left in this dead soul of mine.

Never going to see the light of day,

to see what would've been like to be a living soul,

again these chains are pulling me from the inside,

tearing this dead soul of mine apart,

with a heavy lifeless body that it has to carry.