Perfection Poem by Sarah Riley

Perfection



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.

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Her Name Is Taylor 19 February 2010

perfectly written, i love this

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