FragileSmile

aleHorror movies. Music. Books. Concerts. Hair dye. Photography. Escapism of reality. Dancing. Obsession. Artfully torn clothes. Riding in a car to nowhere. Self destruction. Making mistakes. Learning form them. Being misunderstood. Acceptance. Life. Death. Comedy. Tragedy.

I wake up every morning in yesterday's eyeliner. I walk into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and put my pen to paper.

Read my poems because they'll tell you more about me than I ever could.


I must say, as a bit of a warning, some (a lot) of my work people may find triggering if you suffer from SH/SI and depression as I do.



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