Someone the speaker once trusted has left them feeling shattered, and the poem is the moment they say so plainly. The first four lines are a list of refusals: no love, no words, no hands, no lies can reach them now. The speaker sounds numb, almost closed off, as if nothing from the outside world can get in anymore.
Then comes the turn. After the word "Cause," the same four things come back, now tied to "your": your love, your words, your hands, your lies. The shift from "no" to "your" shows who is behind the damage. Love, comfort and touch, the things that should heal, were the very things that did the harm. Even the lies get a place in the list, which suggests the speaker feels deceived as well as hurt.
The final line is in capitals, and it reads like a shout after all that quiet repetition. The mood is raw and bitter, and it moves from exhausted emptiness to open anger.