Poison drips from my lips,
I slowly drip my head back as I drink.
Slowly I wait.
Shouldn’t it have worked by now?
The way I see it
Everyone dies for one reason or another.
Why should I hang on when I have nothing to keep me here?
When you took it from me again,
That last piece of dignity I was holding on to.
Selfish people need to hold on to everything,
I don’t need everything.
Just a piece,
Just enough to hold on to, until it works; until I die from the poison you feed me daily.