Sometimes memories are like mud

What if you were starving and you ate mud cakes?
You were so hungry you convinced yourself even mud would
be better then nothing. Today, mentally-I ate mud cakes.
In the form of memories. I convinced myself that life was
better then, back in the days when ______.

So today, I survived off the crumbs of yesterday.
Happy to at least be eating something, even if it
didn't help me now.

Even if those memories took away all
of my contentment for the moment, they didn't serve a purpose.
Or did they? Has the moment become too intolerable to bare?
Has the pain overwhelmed me so much that I need an escape,
if only in my mind?

 Memories are good at times, but sometimes
They can be full of darkness too, leading us to lose the light of today.