the bottom of this bottle

sometimes, i drink

what will i find at the bottom of this bottle?

will i find peace because every single day,

i've woken up, it feels like i'm in a war;

will i find friendship because in the end,

i realised i never had that in the first place;

will i find love because all i have is self hate

and vodka and anger and the taste of your lips;

will i find myself because the person

i was has been looking for an escape;

so tell me, dear, what will i find at the bottom of this bottle?