Maze
You keep asking what\'s wrong.
I say \"I\'m fine\"— choking on the word I really wanted to say: you.
You were the reason I cried in the dark, but also the one who held me after.
The pain? You gave it. The comfort? You offered that too. And maybe that’s the worst part— I never knew if I was healing or hurting more.
Now I’m in this maze, walls closing in, every turn leading back to you.
No exit signs. Just echoes. Just me.