When you want to drown your demons but drown

yourself
Instead.

That bottle won't erase the problem, it will merely become another problem.
You think you're just a social drinker, Dutch courage to help you talk to people.
Soon it becomes concealing a flask within your clothing, sneaking sips in the cinema, bathroom, grocery store.

Leathery skin and red-ringed eyes. You reek of drink.
You wake up with vertigo, ripped clothing and blood on your face and under your nails.

When did it get so far?
Why did I chase down every drop like there was buried treasure at the bottom of the translucent glass?
Why did I think a poisonous substance could solve my problems when all I needed was my own inner strength? And a hug.

No challenge is ever insurmountable enough to warrant sacrificing your valuable sobriety.