I Lay My Skeletons At Your Feet

So it's a secret you want?

I've got a few skeletons in my closet that have been rotting and decaying over the years.
The dark is a terrible and beautiful thing. Honestly, it scares the living crap out of me. The unknown dangers lying in the shadows just waiting to eat your soul and what's left of your innocence.
The sins I've committed and the people I've broken... It would turn a prostitute's hair white with shock.
I've done a number of things to find acceptance that include, but are not limited to: Sex, hard drugs, lying, self-mutilation, alcohol to the point I almost had to go to the hospital, graffiti, fucking up my future, etc.
Evil, dirty boys masquerading as men by putting their hands on me.
And I couldn't say no.
I could never bear the embarrassment of being "that prude girl." So instead, I am known as "that druggie whore."
It's horrible what we will do for the feeling of belonging.

There is a reason I am called Alice, sir.
I am lost in a fantasy land with strange creatures all around me.
My greatest fear is that Little Alice shall never wake up from Wonderland.
I will be lost in the Queen of Hearts' court forever.

I doubt you will ever read this, but these are my skeletons. Do what you will with them. Bury them, burn them, reanimate them so that I am haunted for eternity. Just give me a fair warning.

Yours in this life and the next,
Alice.