I got a friend
who scraped the
bottom of the bin
with his skin,
felt his flesh
caving in,
nearly fell
giving in
to the end,

But we can
rise again.

Cause when
I was depressed
and death pressed
his fingers in my chest,
when he walked me
right up to
the nearest ledge,
when I peered
over the edge
into eternal
nothingness,
when I wanted
nothing less
then to cease to exist,

You called me on my ****,
gave me something to eat,
then talked me up
and out of this abyss.

So, I thank you for that
and I hope someday
I can pay you back.