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I pucker up against the screen too kiss his lips

holding back because the feeling wouldn't be real

real as the touch of butterflies crying on my spine

i can't help how my skies feel inside there dark & rainy

I feel I've died my roses are bruised

the petals are fallen like pieces of the moon

I'm broken & don't know how too glue myself together

I'm just laying there stepped on like pavement under

happiness's feet

my existence is invisible only if i was seen

maybe then everything wouldn't seem like a nightmare

I can't escape depression has raped me repeatedly

everyday I'm reliving its pain like a knife cutting me deep

I'm bleeding insomnia & can't sleep & dream dream  

of beautiful things a husband..house white picket fence

& a dog would be sweet...

but life's but  a dream  & things  ain't always what it seem...