Putting that bottle to your lips.
You might as well shoot yourself.
The whiskey and beer won't make the pain go away.
It just numbs it.
But even so,
It's always there.
Let others in.
Seek help.
You will find peace.
Serenity.
Otherwise.
Day By Day.
You'll rot away.
And leave loved ones alone in the dark.
Filled with guilt.
Blaming themselves.
With "if only i had"'s running across their minds.
Tormented by your selfish demons.
