Poems from WrittenInsane
you think you see the sun in her
well son you’re mistaken because
she’s just like me
migraine behind our eyes
i saw an angel once
she...
Do you ever have those days where your blood rots in your veins,
your stomach sinks and your skin itches, your bones burn into dust.
Yeah,...
When we're sixteen and breathing is like shoving steel through our veins,
it's hard and it hurts but we keep doing it.
When we're nineteen...
There’s blood underneath your fingertips,
cracks in your nails, chaos in your head,
suicide in your eyes.
There’s a blade in your hand,...
To the boy—the boy laid low, boy laid low,
by the blows of life and the lack of hope.
He says he wants to go but everyone screams no,
he...