Am i dead?

That morning, my reflection called me useless.
I laughed instead of sobbing.
I don't know if I'm alive or not.

That afternoon, I looked at the sky.
It was crying while looking at me,
and that made me chuckle.
I don't know if I'm alive or not.

That evening, orange clouds danced
with the crimson moon.
That made me smirk.
I don't know if I'm alive or not.

That night, in my dimly lit room,
I watched my wrist bleed,
and it made me smile.

I don't know if I'm alive or not.

Am I dead?