it got hold of me........

I hid inside it.....then....just by accident...

I was sick and sat on an elbow and watched what I would need to do....

to get my bed back...

and after all the laundry yes it's true....I am once again depressed!

and I ask myself?

is it my fault?

it wants me in there....forever!

it wants me for all time

....because....

it's laying down and there is weight on me and warmth and pillows to keep turning around to find out when they best like me....and it might take all night but in the end one or two and it's the pillows that give up

but can I hold off....

it's trap for me...my mentally exhausted brain...

and I don't know where all those thoughts go....

lets just ......call it depression....

and it aint my fault