My Little Fix

I break open the bottle,
And the feelings just
rush back,
I want to take a drink,
But my progress will be
out of whack.

Then I hear a voice,
Telling me its okay,
Just tip that bottle up,
And start enjoying the day.

I close my eyes as I,
Take that big first drink,
I start to feel sick,
And can't seem to think.

Next thing I know is that,
The liquid in the bottle
is gone,
My head is still spinning,
Yet I feel like I've done
no wrong.

Why can't I understand that,
Drinking is my personal kick,
I start to lose who I really am,
Without my little fix.