There's a hole in her chest

Nails piercing my eyes,
She doesn't want to see.
Her tongue is swollen,
the inability to scream.
Her veins are tightening,
her circulation failing.
Skin growing cold,
on the verge of something frightening.

It feels she's not living.

She think she's not breathing.

She woke up a year ago,
with a hole in her chest.
At gun point,
the urge to forever rest.
Pull the trigger,
pull it fast.

Hasteful to die,
knowing either way he'll just lie.