When you count the pills <br />when you count the scars <br />when you count the blades <br />when you count the pains <br /> <br />when you look back <br />when you lose track <br />of the numbers <br />of pills, scars, blades, and pains <br /> <br />when there is nothing left <br />when you lose your breath <br />when there's a pool of red <br />were there is no bed <br /> <br />when you look back <br />when you lose track <br />of the numbers <br />of pills, scars, blades, and pains <br /> <br />when you run and can't look back <br />when there is fear that you will lose track <br />of the pills and scars <br />and the numbers of bars <br /> <br />when you look back <br />when you lose track <br />of the numbers <br />of pills, scars, blades, and pains<br /><br />Fred Chamberlain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-lose-count/
