drinking

i drink my nights away. letting my spirt waste away. i trip some days. bleeding and scaring is all that is left. once i get up i fall again. triping for the achol, once again i cry. my feelings are driven away from that numbness. everything just seems to slip. everyone killing me today. i fear that i won't make it. i tried not to look at it. i tried not to drink but then i was taken by the smell that once comforted me, i take it in and never let go.