The epitome of imperfection

[Verse 1] I guess, in the simplest of terms I would describe myself as the epitome of imperfection Slowly digress into a section where the lessons I've learned Come to a slow burn as I churn in misdirection Addiction, to images that slowly corrupt And abruptly change my smile into dust With which I came from Soon I'll return to it So much happier now that I've accepted The steps that it takes to be great in God's eyes It's been a journey, depression, suicide Situations of do or die in my mind at least Finding peace in pieces and fragments Flanking and fragging the places that ravaged my soul Sewed my heart together but it'll never be the same At times I feel heartless, in the coldest terrain And my brain Well let's just leave that one be Lean back and see that the clouds Are as vast as the seas And they move as they please But me, I was stuck in this particular rut That just wouldn't let me be free So persuaded that in due time I would get out of all of it just fine But surprise, surprise Had to devise a plan to be able to stand In this land that I don't recognize as a home to me I've inspired a couple of minds hopefully But who knows? If I could explain my brain Or show the true reason for my pain I would, possibly Probably fail at conveying what I really wanted to say And continue to play as if everything is okay The reality is, this world is dark and I'm a product of it Surrounded by sinfulness and I don't love it Wicked to the core, feeling sicker than before At the same time I'm content in this war So thank you