"Mildly Intoxicated"

Sitting there with your empty bottle
And it is filled to the brim
With your discarded hopes and dreams
All you worries thrown away
As you cling to your last few drops
An escape to your land
Filled with drunken nights
And another mouthful of a bitter liquid
Maybe this one will take you away
Or just maybe it will end up the same again
An Empty bottle Liquefied Mind
Your Friend you say this liquor is
A perishable friend I guess
Or even a foe in disguise
Which will in the end lead to your demise
As for your real friends
They are lurking about
Watching upon this sight
Unable able to help
As you shove it away
They are real
They are bottomless
Not perishable
And always there to help
Think about that
As you cling to your bottle
What can it do for you?
It will not pick you up
It will not heal you
It is but a vice
Which holds you in its grip
Feeding on your misery