Functionally Depressed

Functionally depressed Got to work each day Do what everyone wants you to do Say the things they want you to say Just to make it through another day Mask so good even a clown can’t tell You blend in so well That you wonder, who are the clients and who is the worker Living life as a functionally depressed person Wake up each day Take a shower and get dressed You don’t want anyone to know That while you lay in bed at night You beg God to take your last breath Walk to the kitchen Get a glass of water It easier to swallow a handful of aka pills That’s supposed to help Make you feel better People ask “how are you? It almost like a song on repeat You can spit it out so easily I’m good, I am ok, I had a great weekend When really you have fallen Functionally depressed Gets what you need done Paid the bills, food in freezer Make plans and keep playing the game of life But inside you are hoping Someone will break in and end it all Functionally depressed Where you take the fun And you just Run