Depression is like eating pizza, too much cheese and calorie

You know it is not good for your waist line, you still hog.

It is like sitting next to a river with a book in your hand

Hating the loneliness hoping someone sees you and talks,

But no one actually notices you as you are so regular.

It is like Thanksgiving in New York City all by yourself

Everything so merry but no space for a lonely heart

You walk the length of Manhattan and still lonely

But not tired so you keep walking the breadth.

Strangely I get tired of being happy so often these days

But depression seems like my clingy friend never leaving me.