• Oh woe to my aching heart,
    As the sorrow slowly creeps in.
    The pain is much too great,
    I fear I may give in.
    The tears upon my cheeks,
    They stain my face and burn,
    Like acid rain upon my skin.
    My love, it seems,
    Was never meant to exist.

    Will I forever be cast away into the shadowy crevices of my partially mended broken heart?
    Will I be forever forced to feel the deep scarring of the loneliness that has been inflicted on my soul?
    Are my mortal wounds never to be mended?
    Are my eyes to remain forever filled with liquid crystals of sadness?

    When will my deeds be forgiven?
    When will I be set truly free from my burdens?
    Or perhaps it is not that which burdens me...
    Perhaps it is I who burdens the world.

    Why must there exist so many unanswered questions lurking deep within myself?
    Why can't I find the answers and why will no one help me?
    Why is it that I can see the pain of others yet others are so blind to my own pain?
    Will anyone ever truly understand the burdens that weight so heavily on my heart?
    Or am I just a mere being to exist with no true purpose until I wither away into an empty despair,
    Longing for the warmth of a love that I will never know?
    Am I truly meant to share my pain with no one?
    Am I truly meant to be alone?
    Is there truly no one in this world meant for me?

    I fear loneliness may be a permanent fixture in my life,
    For I have yet to find my other half,
    The part of me that is still hidden from view.

    So where is he... the other half of my heart?