Blacked out Again

Don't tell me about reduction of harm.

Can't you see all these track marks on my arms?

Where'd I get all this blood on my hands?

There's no end to how low I'm slipping.

Did things I'll never understand.

I'm blacked out I'm wiped out again.

Oh Lord there must be someway I can stop.

Feels like I got a pair of concrete socks.