Please don't lock the door

Again I sat there cutting,
This time one was too deep.
From underneath the plaster,
So much blood began to seep.

It would not stop, it would not end,
Felt dizzy - hit the floor.
So many thoughts that crossed my mind,
Am I dead forever more?

Downstairs my mum had heard the crash,
And up the stairs she came.
She jumped the stairs two at a time
Wondering if she's see me again.

I can still remember,
The door handle she tried to turn.
But it was locked, I was trapped in,
My lesson I would learn.

On the floor I still did lay,
Bleeding, dieing alone.
And all this then did happen,
In the bedroom at my home.

Back with my mum panic set in,
It did so I am told.
All she needed one small key,
The key that she couldn't hold.

I saw a light, I heard a crash,
As through the window came a brick.
Then I looked down and saw the blood...
The thought is makes me sick.

The ladder went up, in Mum came
To my rescue, but she did find,
By this time I was sitting up,
She was just trying to be kind.

While the ladder was being fetched,
I had come back round.
No need for my rescue to be done,
No need for me to be found.

Mum asked what happened so I replied,
I'd fallen out my bed.
However I could not say,
Why the carpet was so red.

Or why my sleeve was crimson,
Or why I felt so faint,
Or why to me this all felt like,
The red I saw was paint.

That was so close, close to my end,
My death forever more.
Now we've moved house, a new room I have,

All because I'd locked the door.

this isnt true but well u no. please rate it. thanks