Depression: The Vehicle

It’s daytime
Someone pulls you out of the garage
Fills the mass you occupy with fluid only to find that you still run like s**t
They continue by hosing off your exterior
You may run like s**t but god d****t, you’ll do it while smelling like flowers and shining for the world to see
They won’t even notice the chewed up interior
You just need to sell it
Act as if all is well
Act as of you aren’t dead within
Act as if you haven’t already given up when all the while, you’re still moving
But only because someone is pushing you