When your heart aches.
When your eyes are tear-stained, 
But only behind closed doors.
Your wrists are bloody, 
Nothing a cute shirt can't hide.
Ripped up pictures, 
filled black garbage bags.
No one sees.
No one knows.
Extreme chocolate intakes, 
hidden by a finger in the throat.
Perfection is a fake smile, 
for all the world to know.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
perfectly written, i love this