Giving Up

I have no heart,
Only whiskey or wine
It tears me apart
To see humour die
At the hands of men
Who make poor jokes
My feet are so tiny
My tummy is huge
And dirty my toes
My dress was so new
I fell in the drain
Along with my dog
Her bath was in vain
She fell down again
We ran on the roads
Like thunder and lightning
Racing and flying
I still sweep my home
Of dust and smoke
The smell of paint
Hangs in the air
My eyes are now drying
As tears are falling
They fall on my lips
And taste of me weeping
I rattle the cages
Of people around me
Their hearts are full
Of love - it's frightening.
I don't know why or how
But I have no heart.