Stretched Out

It's plain for the eyes to see It's pain lingering from the lies to me and the thoughts that end up with grief how we fought and messed up our memories Fragile we were, and heart-broken too I clinged to her, and was born anew Fiction lied, and I lied For I found what I saw, non-existent because I held onto a brain that deformed my reality So now, i can call myself insane stretched out from a tragedy