my mirror always lies
or maybe it's the brutal truth
and I just don't know it

my bed doesn't hold me anymore
my pillows are like stone
tears leaking from me
staining the sheets
like a new born ******

the map in my head
no longer has an "x"
which was how I could find you

the beautiful creation
the masterpiece of us
now just a distant heartache
and
the rumors of my death
were started by me

I have been freed
or so they tell me...