Her beating heart...Warm milk trickled over her fingers and ran in small rivelets down her arm towards her elbow. "Damned eyedropper".... she muttered under her breath as she picked up another small screaming lump of fur from the laundry basket. Barely two weeks old, it peered at her out of it's one open eye with an expression of complete helplessness. The four lumps left in the makeshift nest wailed like sirens serving only to remind her of the throbbing, pulsating headache that all of this had induced. "These aren't even my cat's kittens, why am i doing this?" she thought as the next one loosed it's bladder on her jeans... she sighed and trudged off to changeHer beating heart...
Love sucksFrustration builds inside of me Why is it no one else can see In all the ways that all of this is wrongLove sucks
Don't want my eyes, anymore to see what I've been traded for This torture's simply taking far too long
Why can't I look away Why can't I disappear There's nothing left to say But I can always hear The beating of one heart the sound of falling tears
My last piece of sanity Is currently escaping me God why can't I be where I belong
I need to forget where I've been
I just need to feel loved again I'm so sick and t
So apparently....
Joy
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