closing the door

When the doors close
my mind gets dark..

I can't find the light,
I run into walls
I step carefully..
I try to not think..
I try to not breathe..

are my eyes open?
Is my brain working?

I feel along the door,
but can't find the handle
the door stays closed

Its so dark, in my head
but the darkness
is my friend..
it hides the sick mind
that covers my pain...

Keep the doors closed...