Borderline Whore

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You couldn't give me
the least bit
of comfort for my sorrows.
...

My blood runs cold.
It runs cold inside.

With so many thoughts,
...

That robs you of the will to live
While burying you in the desire to die.

Depression has a way
...

It's in me.

The desire to just end things.
...

I hurt people.
And I don’t even have to try.
I’ve hurt myself by alienating others.
With a dangerous tongue
...

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Borderline Personality Disorder & Depression)

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Why Were You So Cruel?

You couldn't give me
the least bit
of comfort for my sorrows.

Empty promises
False hopes

Preservation for yourself

Yet none
For my soul

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