What am I?

BLOOD BLOOD
BLOOD,
Surrounded by
blood.
Red liquid
covering my body,
I’m only used
when people are naughty.
Used once
and thrown away at the nearest bin,
Today I was
placed at a child’s chin.
Deserted,
alone and unappreciated,
Dissociated and even violated.
No worries,
I am used to living a crucial life,
Despite that,
I wish someday I will find a wife.