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

Everything kills.

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.