This is another throwback piece for me. It was never released, but I thought about it in a time where my operation was hanging in the balance. I was so tired of rejections that I wanted the idea to disappear from my brain. So I wrote this. Tell me what you think in the comments below.


I keep putting all my faith into it 
But it all falls to pieces
I just want the thoughts to pack its bags and start leaving 
But it’s embedded in my head like leave in
I’m just falling to pieces 

My problems just continue to seep in ,
I just want to yell you need to start leaving 
Because I’m tired of thinking of a better life than this one
Cole said you should love yours 
But I don’t love mines 

I only love my mind
When is it my time? 
To finally shine ,
And not think about dying
When is it my time?

When is it my turn?
To turn this waste of a life around 
When do I get the chance to wear the crown?
And feel like a king again 

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