I'm on a downward spiral
and you're the one taking me there.
I've lived a life of sin
for you to spit your self righteousness
in my face.
Someone who I let in to see me,
I have only myself to blame for that.
Every small, minuscule thing you know
is a weapon in your hand.
An occasional compliment falls on deaf ears.
I know, I've become your punching bag.
And because of my past
You use it all against me.
The only reason you keep me around
is fear of being alone and
to have something to throw your hate at.
Like an on and off switch
goes your sanity.
Taking your pills before bed
does nothing for your psyche.
I sit in silence.
Taking everything you dish out to me.
One after another.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
The sound of your voice
sends claw marks down my face.
I want to rupture my own ear drums.
No matter what you say
how you say it...
I still come back for more.