Suffocating:

Hearts are made
To fall like balloons,
When their all out of gas
And running on fumes.

They both shrivel up
Their last breath is gone,
That precious one thing
That helped them carry on.

Their thrown to the ground
With a bruising force,
Pieces of their brokenness
That strayed off course.

For hearts will erupt
And balloons will pop,
When their fragile Souls
Are breathless to stop.