Kill Me Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Kill me now,
And love me now -
Is that so when you treat me how?
How not so I should be treated so?
But that you can watch me, departure-go.
In this that so place of feelings where,
You, your hand on a bible can swear,
'Oh- I never lied to you',
'You're paranoid, you are untrue',
But i know when your tears will fall,
My guilty conscience will call,
'Oh dear, nasty and young lady',
'You miss treat me, you don't save me',
'You always disobey when needed',
And as I carried on, my conscience pleaded,
'Stay here with him, he's a good man',
'Stay with him, as long as you can',
So when I become seldom happy,
Pretending, crying, that I'm happy,
Kill me now,
I loved you somehow-
But I must,
Let you kill me slowley now.