Raise a Glass to Despair

I am drawn to you as an alcoholic to a glass of whiskey, I lift you to my lips taking a simple sip, I pour you from the bottle I’ve enclosed you within, Without fail, Another day, Another drink, Why can’t I stop pouring, Pouring and drinking from your glass?, I put you in the bottle, I expected you to stay there, My selfish ways inscribe within, Tip the bottle, Unscrew the flask, Giving hopelessly into your misery, You comfort me while you take my life, You steal me from my body, You disconnect me from my conscious mind, Who might I call upon to save me from the nothingness?, No, I am not an alcoholic, But as I tip the glass further, Your solace becoming my pain, Raise a glass to despair!, Raise a glass to easeful torture!, No, I am not an alcoholic, But I am addicted to the ideals you present, Please, I beg, Save me from myself, Save me from inside, Please, I beg, I do not want to be okay if this is what it means, I do not want to be okay if okay belongs in your arms, I do not want to be okay, I want to survive, Let me survive.