is this really it?
locked away, the pain is hidden
from all's sight.

she stays away, not meaning
to demean,
but to spare.
spare her friends from pain.

she sits, not lonely but alone
and her thoughts consume her nights.
her skin's pallor grows ashen
as snow blankets the once vibrant life outside.

sleep doesn't come, but she sleeps so much.
eating isn't pleasure, and yet she does.
she functions to function.

that is it.