Heartbreak is a silent killer, a slow poison coursing through my veins, leaving me empty, lost, and shattered, like a broken vessel in a stormy sea.

The pain is relentless and unforgiving. It grips my chest with a vice-like grip, squeezing out every last drop of hope, leaving me gasping for air and drowning in despair.

I try to mend the pieces of my shattered heart, but the jagged edges cut me deeper, leaving scars that will never heal—a constant reminder of what once was.

I can still feel the echo of your laughter, the warmth of your touch, and the tenderness of your words, but now they are just distant memories fading into the darkness of my broken soul.

Heartache is like a never-ending cycle, a vicious circle of love and loss, joy and sorrow, highs and lows—a rollercoaster ride that never seems to stop.

I listen to the rhythmic beat of my heart, a symphony of pain and longing, a never-ending drumbeat of sorrow—an eternal reminder of what once was mine.

I try to numb the ache with distractions, with alcohol, with music, with anything that will dull the pain, but it's always there, lurking in the shadows—a constant presence in my wounded heart.

I wonder if you feel the same, if you lie awake at night haunted by our memories if you think of my emptiness, and if you long for the love we once shared.

But I know deep down that it's over, that we're just two ships passing in the night, bound for different destinations, different destinies, destined to sail alone in the vast ocean of our broken hearts.

So I'll pick up the pieces of my shattered soul and carry on, one step at a time, knowing that someday the pain will fade, the scars will heal, and I will be whole again.