Cold Sweat

You can imagine it however you like. It's a story in poetry form but it can mean many things.

Looking at you hurts my head

are you happy or are you not?

Your hand in his hand,

I've seen you, you've been caught.

Although I say that, I know

that the one who is losing is me.

I take a step back and try to hide

a full set of tears I let flow free.

Thoughts pummel me like a savage storm

ravaging my brain and clouding my heart.

Crying on my bed covered in cold sweat

I whisper this, "Help...It's tearing me apart."

Then one day I heard word 

that you had a secret reason to go astray

afterwards I came running after you

but too late now, you were taken away...