hurt poems

doors

I look at four walls in my dreams,
Each wall has its own door,
I can hear the screams from the door on the wall with a goats skull painted on it,
The door on the wall with a heart on it is always moving in a constant rhythm i counted 66 beats per minute,
On the wall with a tree on it i hear birds chirping during the day and at night i hear howls of dogs,
The last door is on a black wall i hear what sounds like digging from that door i sit in the middle of the room
I know ever door i reach for scares me
I have no actual idea of whats behind each door so i sit in this room wishing for an answer of which door to go through

When will this 12 year torment  end and give me my answer