My body is craving, wishing for a drink, alcohol saved me than took me on a depressed road on a suicide trip.


You start reading this poem and than start to think! How could alcohol have saved him? When it broke him and turned him into a thirsty lunatic addict?


My words become poison with a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand fighting with my demons getting as drunk as I can.


I'm angry and fuming  not stopping and thinking, I'll lash out at you if you try to stop me from drinking. You have all these answers but your questions are misleading.


You think that you helping by telling me I'm being selfish? My body is craving uncontrollably shaking. All you see is addiction a problem that needs fixing.


If my craving never took me to a place that's confusing, I would of been lost in a drunken state, losing.


My phone would start ringing and suicide would be calling, knock knock at the door suicide won't stop stalking, I would of given up and ended six feet in the dark.


This alcohol addict had to realise what I would of lost, I had to be strong or ashes to ashes dust to dust.


JidosReality 19.3.15