How could you?

How could you do that?
I asked him one day.
When your sad,
Is that what makes all your pain go away?

Did she do anything to you?
I bet not.
But, she is too afraid to tell you "we're through"
And as your hands hit her face.

"Why!?" She yells, as she starts to cry.
Why now, why me, what have I done?
She silently says "Please, just let me die"
Kill me or let me go.

"Dont say a word"
He hisses, as he hits you again
"Why not?" She cries "This is absurbed!"
I hate this. I hate what we've become.

He hits you one last time.
"Their is no us
I own you like propety, your mine
Your nothing without me."

She burries her face in her hands
Because, she knows that he is right.
She made it this way, she made him her man.
He walks away smiling.

He.
Has.
Won.
Yet.
Again.