I am here
My hair is washed and combed
My job though never done is being worked
I am here

I have locked away the feelings
Only faded scars show their secrets
It's a losing battle

I am so tightly wrapped
and the mask is slipping
but I am functionable

You sit behind your glass
Staring at my scores
Of course you're depressed!
You wouldn't leave your daughter without a mother

I have always been broken and known it
I am just so tired of gluing the pieces back together
All that is left is powder
I am pulverized

I wanted help
I was so cared and
You proved why there is no help for me
Because I am functionable

Have you wished you were dead or wished you could go to sleep and not wake up?
Yes

Have you actually had any thoughts about killing yourself?
Yes

Have you done anything, started to do anything, or prepared to do anything to end your life?
Yes

At least I am
Functionable