The spirit of resilience

I am at a point Low below the surface In a deep hole of shit Where life knocked me Each day I'm figuring How I'll get out of this hell That's why I yell to myself You can think I'm losing my mind But this shit is deep and stinks. Sometimes I feel like A soil heap will be spilled in the hole And I'll be buried forever Without anyone noticing I was in Because everyone around me Think I'm exaggerating the whole thing Sometimes I feel like I'll run out of oxygen Suffocate and die. Nevertheless No matter how much it weighs I still believe I'll rise I'll win it at the end I'll make my family proud I'll have a stable home My children will get good education They will never lack when I'm alive Each day I'm grinding the wheel I'm hitting down the road Hitting every door that can be open I can be written off but I'll now bow down.