Written September 28, 2015

"Behind these walls,
A girl lays crying
Behind closed doors,
She lets her sorrows pour out into the covers and pillow slips
She puts a pillow to her lips and let's out a deep sigh
Wipes her nose on the covers
For she doesn't want anyone to hear her cries
Behind closed doors
She lies awake thinking about why she is this way
Anxieties bounce around her mind like kids on trampolines
Up and down, running around, making  ruckus and lots of sound
To the point where she can't hear anything, but them
'Why won't he text you back?'
'What's wrong with you?'
'Why are you not happy?'
'What's the ******* point?'
Screaming to her like she has a loss of hearing
But trust me, she can hear them just fine
As she tries to block out the noise, they only crescendo into harmonies and off set tones
symphony of sadness is now the soundtrack to her life
And although shes cried 7 times today, I guess that wasn't enough
I suppose you could say her life is getting rough
Behind closed doors,
She lets the tears fall like a running faucet
Behind these walls,
She feels lonely and looks to her comforter for comfort
And behind her deceiving smile,
She is broken"