How I hate being high-functioning

Being high-functioning while being depressed is like having a double life and I hate it. On the inside, im totally empty, in distress and I wake up every day wishing that it’s the last one I have to spend alive; but on the outside, people could think I am fine. I can have normal conversations about everything and nothing with other people, my place is very clean and I can perform my daily tasks like before my depressive episode. But I SWEAR on the inside nothing is OK… Is anyone else like this? Any advice on how to deal with this fake double life?