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
Copyright © Becka Mcintyre | Year Posted 2016
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