My Wrist Poem by Tebogo Teddy

Surgical blade, thirsty for my blood.
My undecided mind shaking my hand off
My wrist ready to bleed,
But my heart is yearning for another chance.
I'm asking for physical pain.
The pain within is tearing my heart into pieces.
I'm broken,
I'm beyond repair,
I'm haunted by my sarrows.
The silence is becoming louder.
Let my hand be steady and play around my wrist.
Wanna see blood flood from my left wrist,
The pain in my blood,
The sadness holding on to my soul,
As the soul leaves the body and I'm just a lifeless body.
No emotions and a sense of freedom.
Life ended by a small blade.
Way to escape deppression.