Forgotten, broken and torn.

How could you sit there and watch her,
Knowing you hurt her
She thinks its her fault
she cant leave your sick cult
How could you hit her
she already cuts herself
how could you say you love her
yet throw her to the floor.
She cries at night while your out drinking
Its her fault is all shes thinking
You tell her you hate her, beat her and rape her
Then send her roses and tell her you cant live without her.
She cant leave, she knows you'll kill her
she cant talk, her mouth is full of blood.
She found a way, now you cant hurt her
all your guilt tripping she will take to the grave.