Molly suffers from depression
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious

She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads

She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town

She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite

A good night's sleep
Is a distant memory
Going to bed at ten at night
Then up and wide-awake at three

She feels so worthless
And waits for the phone to ring
Usually a family member
Wanting a loan of something

She remembers how she used to feel
Before she was depressed
When she didn't feel so irritable
And was hardly ever stressed

She feels a sense of anguish
A let-down to her family
They all seem to see
Her depression as a malady

The loss of her old self
Causes her great sadness
Her family tells their friends
That Molly suffers from a madness

They think that it is funny
But don't realise the hurt
That they cause to Molly
If only to her former self she could revert

They ring her up for no reason at all
They say it’s all in fun
Her depression lost her all of her friends
At the mercy of daughter and son

Depression is an illness
That can happen to us all
No matter how much money you have
It’s something you can not forestall

If by chance one day
You see Molly in the town
Why not stop and say hello
Make her smile instead of frown

Ask her how she is today
Enquire what she has bought
Depression is an illness
Not a disease that can be caught