Maze

Vanna

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.

  • Author: Vanna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2025 14:17
  • Category: Sad
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