Reality Is

I'm half way sane today
or was it yesterday
or is that you that I'm thinking of
I only broke down four or five...
or as many years as I've been alive
and you're not
I caught myself thinking about you
it could be I was looking at you
and your face wasn't quite the same
without your glasses I wouldn't recognize you
could be the damage from the bullet
or the coroner's knife
and I packed your things you know
stuck my finger in the pool
that you left on your bedroom floor
and from the rag my father used to clean up your blood
I cut a square
a little piece of you alive for me
but little piece of mind for the family
but don't worry
I know that we'll do fine
and I know why you had to leave
just tell me there's a light
because life is killing me
and I am only so strong