My Tomb (A cutting poem)

I lock my door
And sit on the floor
I open the box
With a couple of locks

I take out the blade
The one I made
I put it to my wrists
And give it a few twists

The blood falls down
Without one sound
And I smile at the hurt
The blood's on my shirt

A knock at the door cuts my enjoyment
I look at my whit door in disappointment
I pull down my long sleeves
And open the door for my pet peeve

My mom walks in and looks around
She inspects it up and down
"What?" I ask her
"I just wondered where you were"

She walks out of the room
I look at my tomb
And cut away again
More pain I gain

My mom opens the door once more
She sees me on the floor
With blood all over my hands
She does nothing but star and stand

"WHAT!" She yells at me
I look down at the blood on me
I open my mouth but there is no sound
She grabs my arms and gets me off the ground

I scream and yell her to stop
She lets go and I drop
She slaps me across the face
She yells "You are a disgrace!"

Tears fall from my eyes
Please hear my cries
She walks from my room
And I'm left in my tomb