untitled me

I just want to crawl into a ball and go to sleep these thoughts are creeping inside of my head once again so many fucking memories calling themselves friends. once again I find myself fighting these feelings. what happened to my moment of healing?

There are so many versions of me and this is one that I do not care not to see. I thought the future was open and expansive and the past went into hiding. I guess like the monsters that use to reside underneath my bed as a child they miss me and want to play.

No, I do not need to talk nor fill my mouth with those pills of theirs, let me be in this moment and shut the doors to this moment of depression I refuse to give in and be its whore