Demons... (Depression.)

On her bed,
Is where she cries.

She is fighting many demons,
Dying inside.

Soundless tears,
Run down her face.

Like racecar drivers,
In a high speed race.

She bites her tongue,
Holding back a sob.

As depression hugs her,
Like a worried mom.

She wonders why,
She feels this pain
Then questions why she hasn’t gone insane.

She ignores her thoughts
Pretends to worry no more,
The pushes open her bedroom door.

Then she waits in the open,
For the demons to come once more.