A Sensitve Subject Matter

Whenever they speak your name
whenever your name runs through my head
i fight back the tears and i choke them down
it's a sensitive subject matter

when i think about the time i've lost
when i think about how i'll never get a back
i use the strength i have left to clutch the pillow case to my face
as i let out the pain
it's a sensitive subject matter

when they ask what happened
when they ask how long it's been
my heart gives out a bit more
another breath of my soul empties out through my nose
as my lips pressed together keep cries from escaping
it's a sensitive subject matter

With offered ears and helping hands
extended shoulders for me to cry on
i avoid the pity, i turn away from conversation
it's just too much to say out loud
it's sensitive subject matter

I'm destroyed
and...it's a sensitive subject matter.