Starting Over

My head was massive, impelling my eyes to view the floor,
My arm a sieve, slowly dripping crimson down cross the decor.
Restaining marks that it had once already stained a time before.
Vision blurry, hearing impared, but I could sense a presence at the door,
They saw my head burried in my knees with relief stabbed in my arm.
The blood slowy flowing down my torso, I had done myself some harm.
They carried me to a stretcher where I lay knowing that I'd be fine,
I had rest my head upon this same bed now at least a dozen times.
They packed me into the back of the screaming, flashing ride,
Hooked my clean arm to an IV and sat there tending at my side.
They brought me inside the white walled building to help me stay alive.
Soon as they left, Out with the IV and on for what I really needed to survive.
I stummbled out the hospital and found a dealer near by,
Placed the needle on my vein and started over the amazing high.