Sledgehammer Tongue

I haven't done a thing to you
to warrant this abuse.
Your words sting like ropes and gravity
my neck within the noose.
Your childish temper tantrums
are what mostly keep me at bay
I'm fucked up from your mistreatment
fucked up by the things you say.

You're always testing boundaries
and pushing at the walls
of my heart, barely beating,
pain coursing down its halls.
I dream of an end of this misfortune
a thing I've come to dread,
promises of better tomorrows broken
and ringing in my head.

I bite my nails down to the quick
as I become a mess
feeling your words dig into me
and cause all kinds of stress.
It radiates in my bones and veins,
mental pain not enough.
All my walls come tumbling down
because I am not that tough.

I can't take your sledgehammer tongue
sharp and full of spite
Poking holes in a paper heart
and trying to start a fight.
So I close the door
to a darkened, cold, and lonely room
If I close my eyes real tight
I can pretend it's my tomb.