Breathless, she collapsed. She beheld her hands before her on the pavement; they were blue, bruised and numb. Pattering, the rain struck her back, dripped down her hair and caused little ripples in the puddles that surrounded her. She was on her knees: torn by the rough pavement. Around her there was no one; not a living being passed by on the streets. Alone. Companion by companion had deserted her. Now upon her knees she sank; to her unfeeling hands she leaned.     

{Okay, so I don't usually write fiction. It just dosen't really work out for me. But I was writing today, and I think it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think! I haven't done much editing yet, so forgive the slightly sloppy quality. Thanks!}

Thank you HomeschoolGirl for the title to this story.

Note: This poem was inspired by the song Broken by Lifehouse.

The broken voices, they whisper,

drowning out the sound.

They all strive to remind me,

that you are not around.

The simple answers evade me.

They will not let me know.

Who it is that I am now

if I truly let you go?

How is it that I’m breathing

when I can’t even feel at all?

Inspired by a video at the FiveSixteen Film Festival

She's drowning her tears trying to breathe

But suffocating because she can't find any air

She falls down an abyss, hoping to never return to the surface

All because of a broken heart.

A boy came into view, a boy who held all her dreams

Swept her away when she fell in love with his candy-sweet words

He declared ardent love for her and he said he'd never leave her.

He said he fell in love with the way she looked at him.