My Buddy Jack

I sit here alone wallow in pain
just me and Jack I wish it would rain
an empty shell full of confusion
I bleed to death no cuts or contusion
I grab the bottle I want to drown
with great regret I throw it back down
I've been here before it starts with a drop
once to my lips I know I won't stop
Jack my old friend will kill the pain
when he's gone it's back again
I don't know how long my will can hold
but for now we're just good friends of old

*I have never done that but I know a few people that have*