Expressionless Depression.

The petals on the flowers,
wilt and fray.
The smile on my face,
will never stay.

I don't have the knife,
to help me sleep.
My parents took it away,
not allowing me to keep.

A tear,
runs down my face.
I don't want to be here,
I hate this place.

The place,
that is supposedly my home.
I don't want your help,
I just want to be alone.

I want the blade,
it brings my smile.
I haven't used it recently,
no not in a while.

My face is blank,
without expression.
My life is gone,
covered by depression.