Poison

I am poison.
I am killing myself
from the inside,
there is nowhere for my veins to hide
away.
I am poison.
I have nothing to give.
I am empty inside;
a hole filled with blackness
a dark seeping, gaping hole
where my soul once lay.
Then went away
and left me poison
with which I kill the love of others
that care for me.
I cover their intentions
with my pain.
And disappear.