the basement of depression
was where i learned my lesson:
temptations of death
are the feed of bad thoughts

i had to decide
to leave those habits behind
- it left me homeless
but in hope was where i lived.

under the bottom of rocks
life found ways to throw me down
But i kept on going
even if it meant by crawling

up the basement's stairs
i had no sight
but i was desperate
for something bright

So, i kept on going
kept on crawling
dragging myself
closer to light


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