There is a poison that slips into my body every once and a while. A poison / slip into my body. Alcohol.
I've been drink for a long time. Every one in my family does it, and I guess it rubbed off. I never wanted to. But I do. I drink because... Being drunk... It is a wonderful feeling. Like you can fly. Like nothing you touch can hurt you. You laugh at everything and your thoughts of bad things and worries are a million feet below you on earth. You are high in the air, happy. That is what drinking is to me.
I want happiness.
I drink to get happiness.
I want to gain happiness without having to slowly kill myself with drinking.
I don't want to drink anymore.
But I can't put down the bottle.