Shattered & Empty - Most of All, Unloved

I stand alone in a room that has no door.
My clothes are stripped and placed on the floor.
I fear the future as I stand there unveiled.
Do you see me as I want? As the beauty you've hailed?
I cover myself up as much as I possibly can.
I'm shaking uncontrollably, then I feel your hand.
You start to yell and it's like I'm bound in chains.
Each word you say feels like spit in my face.
You call me things that my whole life I've fought.
I try to tell myself that these things I am not.
Then I see her, and I collapse onto the ground.
And instead of helping me, you look her up and down.
I feel lower than ever, and I can't get up alone,
But I reach out my hand to you, and you're gone.
Blood flows from the wounds your words create.
Yet my love for you somehow still resonates.
She is still by your side when you come back for me.
You whisper "I-love-you's" and beg me to believe.
I say, "If you love me, then give her away.
If it isn't just me, then I cannot stay."
So you send her away for a moment or two,
Until you convince me I should be with you.
But when you bring her back, I fall down again.
And I tell myself this time must be the end.
I say, "I can't take this anymore.
Please, just tell me where I can find a door."
Not seeing that she strips me of all that I am,
You look into my eyes, but you take her hand.
You won't let her go for the one that you love.
So, my heart is shattered and you can't pick it up.