She's my drinking problem

Empty bottles litter the floor
Clank together as I trudge across the room
Eyes blood shot hair in a mess
I lean against the sink and look in the mirror
I don't even recognize the reflection
My head is pounding and my stomach is turning
Ripped pants and shirt covered in God knows what
All I can do is stare at this mess in front of me
I can't recall the last 24 hours
I thought I'd kicked this problem
I thought I was clean
I saw her again
I became weak
To get rid of the pain she caused
I turn to drinking
She won't go away
As soon as I think I'm okay
She forces herself back into my life
Just to destroy me
She is my drinking problem