From the Dephts of Who I Truly Am

From the open wounds in the dephts of my heart, And with my broken soul, I give you an art. I break apart from the monster I created. The monster that degraded, hated. Was completely unrelated to who I am today. The day used to be gray. I couldn't see. What I was needed to be for me and my family. So my wounded dephts fill with smoke. My soulless body, empties with hope. Leaving me to choke on all my sins that were taken for me. But is it all over? Death maybe easier but I believe I'm a soldier. Colder and colder, but I'm not falling apart. This is all for you. From the open wounds in the dephts of my soul, And with my broken heart, I apologize for the things that tore us apart.