You make me hate my life

Three days.
Bottle after bottle, you suffocate us.
You're maybe hurting but so are we.
Desire to leave won't let go but grows, increases,
             invades.
But the need to protect is still stronger.
I can't leave them
or our little community collapses, along with it your world,
                                                                            your life.
And as you drink I swallow
the love I used to have for you.

Just so you know:
if it wasn't for them, I'd be gone already.