Think I like it better with one chunk removed:

I open my soul to you
What comes out--does it stay in that room?
Or do you carry it with you
In your mind, in your heart?
Do you leave it behind
when you walk out the door,
get in your car, drive home?
Or does it linger within you,
the story I set free,
to which you bore witness
as I cried on your couch?

And once I open my soul--
how do I close it again?
Or is it not possible--
that once I've let the feelings out,
they live and breathe,
but now as part of you, not just me,
and by having you share the burden,
they become more bearable?