Sometimes
Im an emotional wreck.
I cry for small words
and you just kiss my neck.
I dont like leaving home anymore.
Whenever I leave my bed,
Im welcomed with a closed door
And dread.
You think Im depressing
because I stay at home
and all I want is a simple caressing.
I dont want to say that Im sad,
that would be selfish.
I will admit what I always had,
Which is that I am that door.
I choose to open, I choose to close.
I just dont know whats worth opening for.