Depression is

Depression is a funny thing
It's full of jams and jellies
And it's not like feeling empty
Boulders filling up the bellies
Depression and I walk sometimes
Along a well-worn footpath
We soak our feet in misery
They're sitting in a foot-bath
We're licking lollies full of sweet
And hoping for some razors
We pour in tears and butterflies
And then sip from the mazer
Depression makes the time meander
And the birds fly north
It makes a person hollow out
A whole becomes a fourth
All in all, a silly thing
I say to my own brain
And the funniest thing of all
Is how much I'm in pain