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To the window sill
I stare out into an aquarium of fear
I tap the glass and the people stir
While I shed a single tear
This is all for my benefit
My life is on display
All these people out to get me
I’m just in their way.
So toss me aside like all the rest
Put me in a cell
The doctor says its for the best
But can’t you tell that I’m in hell?

To the window sill
Of our apartment
Or how I remember it to be
A picture of you and I together
Is only just a memory
I know that things are not the same
Smiles fade as people age
I never saw you as happy as in that frame
Photographed smiles are always staged.

To the window sill
Blood on my hands
Its over now or so it seems
Sirens lights and people watching
The dog starts barking while the baby screams
Who knows what happened? Venture a guess?
Perhaps I collapsed under the stress
Or maybe this is all a dream
A fabrication
An act for my benefit
My life is on display
All these people out to get me
I’m just in their way.
So toss me aside like all the rest
You put my patience to the test
And got what you deserved
Justice has been served.

Dust coats the table top
Except where your picture sat
A chalk line of what used to be
Broken glass on the floor
You’re on display for the world to see
Lay in bed alone
Get a tingling sensation
Reach out for your pillow and
I feel it for your indentation
Its cold and empty like you were never there
All in my head or so they said
So I guess you never were.

But I’m a lucky man who know what’s true
And medication makes it go away
To the window sill
Swallow my pills
I’ll forget you for another day.