Bloods the Best

"Bloods the best, watching it swirl down the drain as I vomit into the sink, sick from to much alcohol and not enough food, to many hours awake. Heaving my guts out over so much hate and pain. Killing myself from the inside out, the best way I know how. Throat soar and raw from the stomach acids.
Do I do this to myself because of the War or did it start along time ago?"
This is Your War II

I wish I knew what to do with your post. I can't help, nor walk away.

Am I using you, or you me.