Sorrow

My bottle lets me drift away from the hardships of life
As I drown into the stupor of forgetfulness
I begin to wonder is this worth the fight?
Can I just stay in this realm and forget it all
And not live the hardships and strife
Can I live this way and just pretend
That all is right and the bad stuff will end?
But I know when tomorrow comes,
It will all still be here when the drunken fog lifts
And the sorrows of reality remain.