I hate what it’s called
They say it so easily
Those two words
As if giving it a nickname
Will make it a lesser pain
I hate what its called
Yet they say it
As if it’s a medical term
Invoking something criminal
As it enters intravenously
That name
That phrase
How could you fathom this
Killing parts of me
Then expecting more of me
Walking in gingerly
Holding that bag so easily
Further destroying this shell of me
Hating that I am not as strong
As I use to be
Why do you do this to me
Pretend that you are helping me
Every two weeks the same thing
Pumping this red liquid purposely
Feeling it enter me
With everything I have left
I will help whoever needs it
So we can stop using this
Save me and Kill that
That Red Devil
