Consequence of a broken heart (Sestina)

***The Sestina is a French form of poetry which consists of seven stanzas, six of which are six-line sestets and the last is a three-line concluding tercet totaling the poem to be 39 lines long. The ending words of the first stanza are repeated throughout each subsequent stanza in a different order. The same six words appear in the concluding tercet; two in each line with one in the middle and one at the end.
The traditional Sestina does not rhyme and follows a particular pattern.***

pattern of the 6 last words:

1 2 3 4 5 6 - End words of lines in first stanza
6 1 5 2 4 3 - End words of lines in second stanza
3 6 4 1 2 5 - End words of lines in third stanza
5 3 2 6 1 4 - End words of lines in fourth stanza
4 5 1 3 6 2 - End words of lines in fifth stanza
2 4 6 5 3 1 - End words of lines in sixth stanza
(1 2) (3 4) (5 6)

BEGIN:
A broken smile hides her hurt
on a cold October night;
She reminisces on pictures too old,
faded; within the walls of time
releasing suppressed feelings, falling through tears
and becoming her hearts prison to this soul.

Appearing composed, this strangled soul
can't deal with the burden of hurt
as it drowns itself in its distraught tears.
Its first attempt lost within the silence of the night,
Lost within the minutes of time
Lost within broken memories that become old.

Her empty voice now withered, old
and haggard, such is her soul
withdrawn and ignored through the years of time.
She cradles the pieces of her heart dowsed with hurt
and engulfed by the darkness of the night -
left to wallow in the pity of her tears.

A weak, lonely girl in a sea of her tears
is left unaccepted by the world , left to grow old
alone each passing night.
Hatred fuels this soul,
urging her to go on and disregard this hurt
but the decision can only be made in time.

It's gone; engulfed by time,
washed away from inside by the tears
and it is healed - only the scars of hurt
left to disappear as she grows old
and rejuvenate a dying soul.
Such a night do we await, but not tonight.

She is betrayed by the shadows of the night.
They lunge at her through time,
revealing a battered strangled soul
until they laugh at the satisfactory tears
all too familiar and old.
She remains lost again within the hurt.

Over come by hurt, it is the dreaded night -
Old memories are no more, they stop now with ageless time;
A single fallen tear from a suicidal lost soul.