1.The closet door on Christmas morning with bullet holes the size of my fathers fists holding the death of my childhood behind it on hangers.  

2. The basement door when it slammed as I watched my father walk away. Not knowing if he'll ever come back, and if I'll ever come back from this.

3. Your bedroom door when your mother was banging on it at 4 in the morning asking why there was blood all over the bathroom walls. It was yours. And that was the night I realized if you could lie to your mother why wouldn't you lie to me?

4. The front door when you got kicked out of the party and I went find you. You told me you loved me for the first time on the front porch. And in that moment it was finally quiet no matter how loud it was in my head.

5. The car door with rain slamming against it like your clench fist the night you had to drive me home after I screamed my lungs out that it was enough.

6. The hospital door that morning all my friends and i were held captive in our own minds trying to keep each other together. But there was so much blood.

7. The window that led to the door of an abandoned house that felt like home to me more than mine ever did.

8. That bathroom door 14 pills and a razor. It will never stop.

9. The back door when you heard me say I didn't really love you. I lied.

10. My car door making friends with  a guard rail. Spinning around and around like a carousel. 150ft to my death wasn't low enough.
11.
I know there were suppose to be 11 doors but the last one hasn't opened yet. And I don't know if it ever will