My unhealed soul.
And all the unsurgeoned holes that I bleed through.
I lost a hold of myself through believing that I need you.
I couldnt find God in myself his messaging was see through.
The only place to find the divine was within my own seed’s view..

Couldn’t you hear me when I was screaming?
Or making underhanded deals with my demons? 
I threw the towel in 11 rounds ago but have to keep weary of the damaging schemes.
I stood tall even with my buckling knees.