A Whore’s Depression

My heart aches for someone I don’t know,
I am alone.
I open my legs all too willingly, 
Desperate to feel anything.
Always, in the middle of it all,
I stop.
My mind slows down,
And I feel dead.
I am numb.
Doing this again,
Why am I doing this again?
I open my legs again and again,
But all I want is you.

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Beautiful, I am. 
Outside.
Inside?
I die.

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Depression is a bitch,
So low, you can’t bring me back up.
I’ve melted.
You can’t pick up the pieces,
There are no pieces.
I’m just a puddle.
Scoop me up,
I’ll fall through your fingers.