Internal Organs

As she curls her body into itself Remembering the day that had followed She is no longer herself But only A mere ghost of what she once was So much has gone through her body Her rib cage splayed open like an inviting door People leaving their dirty foot prints on her lungs She never remembers inviting them in But she is far too weak to close the door The soles of her shoes have worn with her footsteps to find happiness She always saw the exit sign But Her anxiety like an old demon Creeping its way into her body taking over control Everytime The safety of her depression Always waiting for her to fall back into Catching her with its claws Her insomnia at night Telling her everything isn’t alright