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Apr 2013
Running
As far as you can
But only to the bottom of the street
Where they can still see
And that is where they want to keep you 


Sitting
No time for playing
There are things that you really need to know 
So keep yourself smart
These things are all very important


Sleeping
Even when you talk
Letting words form at the roof of your mouth
And roll down your tongue
To curl up in their smiling pockets


Falling
Just brush yourself off
These things happen to everyone your age
Get up on your own 
And don't blame the people walking by


Bleeding
You can't see a cut
You think you got it when you were falling 
No one saw you fall 
You still have that pain in your stomach


Landing
No more bleeding now
Trying to settle on top of the ice
But you fall straight through
And you learn to breathe underwater


Floating 
Your eyes are open
The sea bed lets you in on a secret 
You don't have to eat
You start to crave the ice less and less


Sinking
Things change quickly now
You don't even try to swim any more
Even though you shout
They can't see the water like you can


Nothing 
You were so perfect
They just can't see how this happened to you
Boys don't get depressed
Or put weights inside pocket linings.
Society has labelled certain mental disorders to be only something that young women suffer with, especially (from what I have seen) eating disorders. I have tried to portray the experience of depression alongside an eating disorder within this poem from the point of view of a male who would be possibly to embarrassed to ask for help, as society has created many negative connotations towards mental disorders, or - because of the somehow gendered stigma surrounding certain eating disorders - wasn't believed when asking for help.
Written by
Sophie Moore Jones
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