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.