We drink because we have a void in our life. It eats away at us. We lie. To our family, our friends.
But deep inside we know we're going to drink again.
We hide it at home. But we have a few drinks at lunch, or coming home.
We lie. To everyone, the ones we love, the ones we like, the ones who tolerate us.
We go to bed and it hits us. The guilt of being a conman. Of being a fraud. Drinking when you promised you wouldn't.
"I didn't want it this way", you say in desperation.
But that is what you have become.
A destroyer of lives.