She'll Never Know

His hands so tightly grip her as she stumbles to the ground.
Overbearingly he hits her, almost taunting those around.
So many times it's happened, yet so many times ignored.
The price she'd paid so many times she could now no longer afford.
Battered, bruised, and broken, she lay in a bed of tears,
A complexity of angers, and the torment of fears.
When theres no place left to turn, no one to hear her subtle cry,
She'll find no tranquil replacement for the answers known as why.
And she'll end so quickly what she wishes had never began,
Leaving me here thinking how could I really have been her friend?
But now in this regretful moment, I'll watch her in her pain,
Refraining from impeding, feeling best if I abstain.
So instead of life, embracing, soon she'll choose to let it go,
As I'm ready to give to her the comfort that she'll never know.