An old Poem..

In stark contrast to this cheery little number below (A poem I wrote some 2-3 years ago), I am shocked at how low and down in the dumps I was. Like Alan Partridge I have "Bounced Back" AHHHHHAAAAA

Right here, right now (3/6/2008 12:41:00 PM)

I dont feel like when I knock on my own door, that I am in anymore Im hiding behind the sofa, putting the phone on mute I want some silence but Im the noisest thing around So I hold out my hands for liquid redemption, and its so sweet, its so kind, its so forgiving and it loves me. It puts me to bed and wraps the blanket over my head, safe inside the dark, safe under the problem It takes the phone away from me, it hides the bottles at the bottom of the bin bag. It makes me feel closer to dad