my smile hides me from the twisted pain....
its over...
my hearts finely eaten my damn brain...
its insane....
like..
siting on the floor rocking back and fourth...
or alone in the dark stamping yourself with a fork....
is that pain....
or
is that relaxing....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem...