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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
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Stella Andrews
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