Poem

I was sitting
in my living room
and I had to
fight back
tears because
I was thinking
of you and I
just kept
thinking of you
and when I
wake up in
the morning,
I'm sure I'll
think of you.
My heart beats
slowly and
I breath
shallow breaths.
I have been
poisoned.
I am the mouse
running through
the maze.
Everywhere I
turn I see
cold walls.
Where is my
escape?