In the depths of sorrow’s sea, I tread,

A heart once intact, now shattered, thread by thread.

Broken heart syndrome, its grip so tight,

Tears flow freely, like a river in the night.

A once vibrant melody, now mournful and slow,

The rhythm of love now aching, oh how it shows.

Like a fragile vessel, cracked and weak,

Every beat is a reminder of the pain I seek.

Memories linger like ghosts in the night,

Haunting my dreams, making wrong feel right.

The ache deep within, an unforgiving ache,

No solace to be found, no relief to take.

Life’s tapestry is now tarnished with regret,

Lost in a labyrinth I can’t seem to forget.

Emotions tangled in a web of despair,

The weight of heartbreak is more than I can bear.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,

Whispering hope, urging me to fight.

With each shattered piece, I gather strength anew,

Rebuilding my heart, stitching it with the love I once knew.

For life’s storms may ravage, leaving scars so deep,

But the broken heart mends, its wounds eventually leap.

And as I rebuild, a new version takes shape,

Stronger, wiser, ready to embrace.

So let the broken heart syndrome take its toll,

For I will rise again, mending my soul.

No longer defined by the pain I’ve endured,

But by the resilience and love that has endured.

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