Syringe

Sliding beneath my skin
Draining my self esteem
Circulating its poison.
Pricking the nerves
Numbing my hurts
Using hate as a sedative.
Caring and kindness put to sleep
Revitalising hate and animosity.
Liquid emotion floating in its gut
It's my drained fucking reminder
Of who i used to be.
Its needle marks and scars
Cover my heart.
And it's now left to protrude
From my chest,
This poisoning syringe.