Unbeating Heart

My heart hurts,
its small black hands are all around it,
making it almost impossible to beat,
and yet I still breathe
holding on to the life I have left.

I need more oxygen
and the blood to travel fast.
Keeping me alive,
like this, it won't last.

And I feel the need to breathe again,
because my heart's hands have tightened
their hold around my small heart,
making me unable to breathe,
making me unable to live.