A Bottle of Rum

I've come to realize that the void inside me serves a purpose

Guiding me to things I can only hope will fill the emptiness

Places, to make me feel at home

People, to make me feel alive

And if not for the brutal reality we live in,

My dreams will find ways to dig up my emotions

I'm in a constant cycle that brings me nothing but the same

Pain from the people that left without a say

Fear from the places where I ended up alone

I raise the bottle to down the memories

Numb the feelings to forget your name