Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Breaking Point

Again alone here in my room

Apart from friends and family.

Here I am able to consume

The substances that allow me

To escape all my real life pain

For a few hours so that I

Can pretend that I've sent my brain

Into a never ending high.

The booze and drugs do help me keep

Me able to consciously cope

With living hell until I sleep,

And more and more I have a hope.

Bad habits are too hard to break.

Down deep I hope I do not wake.