Secret Box The box with the razor blades was my best friend. We experienced pain together. That box helped. That box relieved. That box saw me at my worst. It knew all my secrets. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.... Each time deeper and deeper. The proof was on my skin. The proof was on the floor. The proof was on the blade.

Distinguished I've waited and waisted. I'm tattered and tainted. I'll love unconditionally, because It's something I'd want for me. Hopes and dreams that all seem unreal. In my mind I pray you think of me still. But who knows what #life brings for me. It's untold. I watch and wait as the story unfolds.

Sacred Beautiful Bliss. Beautiful Words. Beautiful Mind. Beautiful Curves. Beautiful Heart. Beautiful Soul. This Is Something You'll Never Know.