Why couldn't she stop ?

Why couldn't she stop?

Was it the constant speech from others naming her something she was not,

Was it the cracked jokes that other wise made her go into a deep thought,

Was it because she simply over thought and her emotions were not relative to others?

Why couldn't she stop?

She knew what she was about to do, but why couldn't she stop?

Was she simply fed up and wanted the pain to go away,

Was it the cold blade who kept screaming "use me and it will go away"

Was it the skin taunting her saying "I'm a thin layer by the way"

Why couldn't she stop? 

She makes the decision and decides to ease the pain,

She felt her blood drip and suddenly happiness was her main gain,

Was it a momentarily pleasure of temporarily bliss ,

Or was she seeking a hero to give those open wounds a healing kiss,

After all in all she sits and thinks,

And says,

Why couldn't I stop ?