Sitting, sighing, smoking, drinking,
She thinks I can’t hear the bottle clinking.
Light stays on til early hours,
A spell she’s under, in its power.

Every night it is the same,
Til morning comes and she feels the pain.
Head is cloudy, groggy, sore,
And she tells herself, This, no more.

But night comes back and she is sober
The scene plays out once more, once over,
Waiting, watching, the door stays shut,
Locked in there, stuck in this rut.

Hide it, hoard it, keep it near,
Keep it safe, Reduce the fear.
From suspicious eyes, they’ll only say
How she drinks her life away

Alone with thoughts she gulps some more,
And wonders what she does this for.
But as sun sets each night the same,
Alone she drinks, it numbs the pain

Married to this demon drink,
The more consumed, the more she sinks,
The more it gnaws at her insides,
The more it forces her to hide.

Away from lectures, angry voices,
In this bottle are her choices.
Help her now as in she stumbles,
Slurring words, incoherent mumbles.

We all have one within our life,
Who battles with this lonely strife.
We all know someone it its grasp,
Trapped by a heavy iron clasp.

If only they knew how we cared,
The one we knew now so impaired.
If only they would just relent,
These liquid demons that sap her strength.