Will I win or the addiction?

A Poem by Kilaw13

I want to breath again. I try clear my mind and wishing I could forget my sins. I'll just take a drink or ten more, that should be the answer for sure. So, why am I crying on the floor? How about I ask an acquaintance for a hit? Nope! I still feel like s**t. This answer is illusive or feels nonexistent. The only thing I know is that I'm different. I'm only searching for temporary solution, which only is causing my mind to have a false hope. Thus causing a distortion. I've been to the meetings and I know I'm the final boss I have to beat. Or lose everything and die from my defeat.