Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Tell Me

Tell me if you do not love me anymore
I fell, but only got caught by the floor
I'm already broken, shattered and sore

Tell me what you hate about me
Is it my face that you hate to see
Or for you I am just not worthy?

Tell me if you love her instead
Her that is crazy, confused and misled
Look at my wrist, it is covered in red

Tell me when you will finally leave
Now, I see, I know, I believe
Congrats for the cruelty that you have achieved

Tell me, tell me, tell me.
Now I know.
I was never you lady.