Is This a Sin

Sitting here with an ice cold blade pressed against my skin Is this act I’m about to do actually a sin? I’ve worn this mask so well that people never saw me fade They don’t understand that every day I get up and play this game “I’m fine!.” I say with smile and high uplifted head But looking into my eyes you would actually see I’m dead My parents smile because they have one girl left to excel If they looked inside they would see that I’m not doing well. I’m alone and I’m tired and I think I’ve lost this fight Which is why I’m about to slit open my left wrist tonight This blade in my hand will not just slit and cut around But rather it will plunging into my vein and down You won’t be able to save even though you might try Because I’m tired of this life that has indeed become a lie So as I sit and stare at the knife and at the bathroom wall I don’t think that it is a sin to cut down and follow death’s dark call