wilting flower

This is what and how I think everyday since I can no longer use my once loud voice to express my feelings aloud. Behind the facsade of hope, my smile, is a wilting flower. The same flower that inspires others to live, love, and laugh is slowly losing her petals and once vibrant color. My roots are drying up. I get an occasional sprinkle but it doesn't seem to reach the depth of my soul.