He winces from the pain,
She bleeds from her bruises,
While they watch and laugh together.

It hurts to move.

He wants to slit his wrists,
She cries herself to sleep,
And they have no regrets.

It hurts to blink.

He vows to fight them,
She promises to stand up,
But they hit back harder.

It hurts to breathe.

When he finally cracks,
When she finally screams,
They all begin to cower.

It doesn’t hurt anymore.