Pieces, poetry written by K. Exum at Spillwords.com
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written by: K. Exum



I keep putting all my faith into it
But it all falls to pieces
I just want the thoughts to pack their bags and start leaving
But they’re 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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