I’m a functionally depressed person.
I’ve self-diagnosed myself as this
Because severe depression makes
Me feel like I should be lying
Around my house all day and
Although I’d rather wrap myself
In the blankets of my bed,
I push myself out into the day.
Dressed in an outfit that’s not
Sweatpants and a t-shirt, but
Instead, jeans and a sweater.
Long sleeves to cover the cuts
On my arm, or many bracelets
With no colors that match my
Outfit but they cover my
Self-inflicted wounds from
The night before.
I fake a smile at people
That I pass by during the day
And I hope that they can’t
See through my eyes and into
My head. I hope they can’t read
The suicidal thoughts swimming
Around, filling the lack of serotonin
That I’m missing from my brain.
Their eyes feel like lasers shooting
Into my brain like bullets that I dream
Of releasing from the chamber
To settle in my head.
I’m a functionally depressed person
Because I function in society
Without anyone knowing that
Inside, I’m already dead.

i believe that life is a blessing and a curse
because i have felt so much joy and so much pain
i think life has a way of making us fear death
because there is always so much loss and so little gain
but from what ive had and what was taken
and what i know and what i assume
there is always going to be a brighter tomorrow
so much brighter than all this gloom
and i say that with my head held high
not fearing death nor wanting it to come
but living life like its meant to be lived
for our God, our Savior, the son.

You told me that I'm a glass bird
I brought shining rays to your place
Like you see me as your light,  my love
I am a glass bird to fill your space

You told me I'm that glass bird
With that I know you'll take care of me
Because once that I am broken
There's no more smile that you can see

You told me that I am worth the wait
Your love is deep and real
No test can weaken the strength in you
To fight for what you feel

You told me I am your flower
And that I give the scent you love
For you I am your angel,  too
A gift sent from up above

You told me every little thing
With that I fell in love again
With the same man who wrote me songs
The reason why I hold this pen

You told me how much you love me
And I thank God for this gift
You told me to have faith,  not fear
No storm could make us adrift