Answer:
I am a lunch money thief
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I am a popular afterlife location to send evil people
I'm a precious stone in a pack of cards. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.