Why??

Why, do I stay?
Why, do I put up with it?
Why, am I not afraid?
Why, am I submissive to him?

Why do I do what I know, make him happy?
Why do I do what I do to make me unhappy?
Why do I do to make my life seem normal?
Why do I care, it's my life not theirs?

Why, haven't I ended it all?
Why, do I feel so damn small?
Why, do I still care?
Why, do I care about my fucking hair?

Why, am I still in this state?
Why, can't I get a fucking date?
Why, am I in this State?
Why, do I want a mate?

Why, do I care about life?
Why, do I want to be a wife?
Why, do I carry a knife?
Why, do my veins want to splice?