On a hot tin roof.

I am the cat on the hot tin roof. I can’t get down because I’m still hoping that there is a reason for me to be up here; that maybe if I hold out a little longer I’ll get the break I’m praying for. Maybe if I keep dancing around up here he’ll see how much I do love him and he’ll realize something, anything to change the path we’re on. I’m feeling desperate. I’m feeling alone. Why am I always the one who can’t sleep?