Loneliness begs for a blade

A Poem i wrote to stop loneliness for getting the blade to hurt my soul .you know what i mean..

                                       Loneliness begs for a blade
                                to do some beautiful punctured cuts
   on my divinely- earthtone skin  ,
                                is not just a rupture to the dermis of my mind
                                     is a torture to the soul that i own.


                                 Being here in this cubicle of bue curtains
                                      for days -no hugs , no kisses
                                           makes my throat yields
                                         to the call of the jack-knife
          waiting to be slit.

                   A blade,
                a torture to the soul .
              A jack-knife ,
                 waiting for a slit .
   will Loneliness finally gets the blade ?