Insane Poem by Nate Mojica

Insane



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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Black & White Right 09 September 2009

i love this poem...

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