Behind Closed Doors by Tess Gori

Behind closed doors, 
you'd never know,
that the girl you pass in the hallway,
who makes you laugh,
who's optimistic and effervescent,
who's a ball of unstoppable sunshine,
cries herself to sleep every night.

With layers upon layers of blankets on,
and still feeling the freezing loneliness,
that encapsulates her every thought,
praying
for something, for anything to feel,

anything

anything to fill the emptiness buried deep in her heart,
anything to rid of the pit in her stomach,
anything to write feeling on her body.

Or that behind closed doors,
she doesn't eat for days at a time,
she doesn't get much sleep anymore,
and that the girl she once knew,
she once was,
is now merely a memory,

buried beneath a facade of happiness.