Hard to breathe

Fighting for air didn’t see the blow coming
Double in pain, lungs are burning
Eyes try to focus, but tears keep flowing
Try to stand straight, try to keep moving
Feel so weak. The end is calling
It was just a punch, then why am I bleeding
I feel the wetness; a red stain is forming
Fall to my knees, unable to function
I hear someone coming, their right behind me
He whispers my name night, night little boy.