»Expressionless depression«
The petals on the flowers
wild 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
-- Een oud gedicht, vandaag teruggevonden =) --
©Kirr, 10-06-07, 17:50