She stood on the bridge

In silence and fear,

For the demons of darkness

Had driven her here.



They cut her heart

Right out of her chest,

Making her believe

That the demons knew best.



They were always there,

Sometimes just out of sight,

Waiting in the background

Till the time was right.



These demons were destructive,

Knocking down the life she knew,

Hating everything about her;

She hated herself, too.



These demons can't be seen,

But they're far from fairy tales.

They live inside your mind;

Their evilness prevails.



So on the bridge she stood,

About to end the fight.

Then she stopped and thought

I'll fight them one more night.



~Demons of darkness, by Olivia B.