(12/2010)Too often life seems to become hopeless. Addictions rise to cover up the pain of failure. The slippery slope that only brings you down even more.  Alcohol was my poison, my exscape, my hideaway, now my selfdestructive cry for help. But who can hear these cries when only listening to drunken slurs? Why is it i feel the need and comfort in consuming what has only brought the pain that i seek to numb? What will replace the bottle in my hand? Reasons are just clouds in a storm, unable to hold water. I need to find….am looking to find….?(12/12/2010)