Depression is a stalker, a clingy one at that.
He mainly comes when I'm alone, to remind me that I'm fat.
He always knows where I am, there is no escape.
But happiness shows up at my door, letting me think she's a replace.

A month or so goes on, no sign of depression.
But then he shows up in my room, due to his obsession.
I beg of him to move on, but he refuses to leave.
He talks and talks forever, feeding me more insults to believe.


I'm worthless and I'm stupid, he tells me so himself.
I can't believe not long ago, I didn't hate myself.
He follows me wherever, though only I can see him.
My friends don't even notice, that my tears are at the brim.

Depression is a stalker, but one day i'll be free.
I'll be with happiness, filled with so much glee.
I won't even see him standing there, he'll be so mad.
See, depression can't get to me, because I'll be too glad.