Why?

Here I go
Rounds and rounds
I try to scream
I can’t make a sound
He hits me harder
My tears fall to the floor
Then he screams at me and beats me some more
I can tell he’s drunk by the way he walks
I can also tell by the slur in his talk
I try to get away
Nothing seems right
He puts his hand around my throat
Then squeezes it tight
I can’t breathe
Why couldn’t I see
That I couldn’t trust him
Why did this all happen to me?