Torn a hole. Genevieve, she's really gone, this depression a noose, so unforgiving I can't breathe without her. When I draw breath only long enough to sputter & choke on the life we could have had. I hope you've found happiness, where I can't find a gun. I can't get the knife out of my back where you left it, beside the tattoo of your name. I can't find a path to walk on, crippling anxiety and shame, then it rains... I can't see your tears anymore...
