Fred Chamberlain Poems

Can you see my scares
do you know my pain
as many as the stars
can you believe they call me sane
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i'd rather die form your hands than mine
so come on if your going to hit me come on
i would rather die then hit you back
and i wont, no, i'll be nice
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why do people hide behind lies
not to tell the truth
to hid from your self and others
no one knows me now
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time flies
time takes
time gives
time always seems to escape
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running away from fear
even though it will always be there
the one thing i fear is pain
that there is too much pain
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Counting the scars up my arm
what have i done
is there need to alarm
maybe i was just having fun
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The demons count the pills on the table
the scars on my body
the suicide attempts
the crazy thoughts
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We are greedy
we are hateful
we are judgemental
we are like a virus
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What do you do
when someone calls the cops on you
should you trust them
or hate them
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When you count the pills
when you count the scars
when you count the blades
when you count the pains
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