He was shot before her eyes,
he was her whole life.
Now she pushes through everyday on autopilot,
not really seeing or living,
going through a routine that never changes.
Trying so hard not to think about him,
about what they had,
what they shared.
This routine keeps her numb,
she's trying to hold back the breakdown
that she knows will come,
it is inevitable.
Trying to keep a semblance of a life that doesn't exist,
she doesn't care what happens anymore.
He was her whole life,
without him, she doesn't exist,
without him, she is nothing.
It is so hard for her to keep eating,
to get up every morning and get dressed,
but she does it anyway,
to keep from going insane.