I DRINK NOT TO EXPERIENCE BUT TO MERELY DROWN MY INNER THOUGHTS, MY SORROWS THE CONTINUOUS REMINDER OF HOW MUCH OF A BROKEN MAN I AM ISOLATION THAT WAS DISGUISED AS SOCIAL ANXIETY OR EVEN THE CLASSIC "I'M SICK" NOT BECAUSE I HATED PEOPLE WHICH I DO BUT OF FEARFULNESS THE FEAR OF DISAPPOINTMENTS BY THOSE CLOSEST SLEEP IS NO LONGER SLEEP BUT AN ESCAPE FROM THE PRESSURES OF LIFE THE PRESSURES ADD UP LIKE A COIN IN A SWEAR JAR THESE HABITS ARE A CRY FOR HELP BUT IF YOU SCREAM AND NO ONE HEARS YOU DO YOU REALLY HAVE A VOICE