This poem was born from the worry I felt about my bulimic friend Libby. I don’t know where she is today, but I hope that she is doing so much better.

I didn’t want to be depressed
Or admit it to myself
But now my life seems such a mess
I can’t do anything else

I can’t define my feelings
I don’t quite know what’s wrong
But I’m a bird trapped in a cage
A bird who’s lost its song

I know it should be difficult
Life ain’t an easy ride
But I’m tired and I’m paranoid
And all fucked up inside

Sometimes I want to go home
Or just go somewhere else
To see those that I used to know
Be kinder to myself

I haven’t got big problems
This I can admit
But somehow at the moment
My life just feels like shit

I’m worried for my friend
For whom I should be there
To help her out of a deep, dark hole
To love her and to care

She has the biggest problems
Of anyone I’ve known
She’s depressed and bulimic
This to me she’s shown.

By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services ( and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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