How?

We drown the pain with vodka,
We cut the sorrow with a knife.
It wont be too long now,
Until we take our own life.
We scream and shout and yell,
But we're too much under the spell,
We're stuck,
In what seems to be an everlasting loop,
We're try to stop,
But the pain that we so deserately want to leave,
Becons,
Calls out for the release,
You scream,
You shout,
You cry,
Sit there and ponder why,
Why your still alive,
Your not strong?
So how have you survived?