Doors

We all mess things up and run away,
From our feelings and emotions
We shut the door, lock it tight and throw away the key
And hope somebody gets the key
To free us from our own restraint
The key gets undiscovered
So does the person locked inside the door
Unreachable, unapproachable and helpless
Finally gets locked into a six feet box
And buried forever in dark
The person never gets to the light
When it's already ended we still hope we had open doors.