In the silence of the night, I lay awake, consumed by fright. My heart is heavy, burdened by pain from love lost and tears that fall like rain.

I thought I had found my soulmate, but now I'm left to contemplate the emptiness that fills my chest where once love lived and was expressed.

The memories haunt my every move—the laughter, the smiles, the love we once knew—but they are replaced by bitterness and regret, and a relationship is now a silhouette.

I feel the ache in every beat as my heart cries out in defeat. The pain is sharp; it pierces deep, and I struggle to find peace in sleep.

I try to distract myself from the pain, but it's a constant, unrelenting refrain - a reminder of what once was, a love that's now turned to dust.

I thought we were meant to be, but now I see it was just a fantasy, a fairytale that ended in tears, and now I'm left with my fears.

The heartbreak is like a dagger, twisting, turning, making me stagger. I try to mend the wounds that bleed, but the pain is too deep to heed.

I'm left with the pieces of a shattered heart, trying to find a way to restart, to rebuild what once was whole, to heal the wounds that took their toll.

But the sadness lingers a constant ache, a reminder of a love that's now fake. I try to move on, to let go, but the pain remains a continuous flow.

I know I'll heal in time, but the pain is my only rhyme, a melody of heartbreak and despair, a song of love lost in the air.

So I'll carry on, with a heavy heart, knowing that I'll find a new start, and maybe one day, the pain will fade, but for now, it's a burden I must wade.