Thoughts That Won't Stop.

I'm just easily hurt, that's all.  You've twisted and tied me up til I can barely move, and now I'm stuck in this position you've left me in and it hurts.  I want to get out but I don't have the willpower, I can't force myself out of the box you've shoved me in and it's painful.  I want to cry but my tear ducts have all dried up and won't allow me the pleasure of feeling how bad things can be anymore, I simply have to toughen up and pretend to forget.  I want to scream and run away like I always do from the things that hurt me, but part of me is held back and that part is so strong I can't seem to overcome it.  I've become so good at hiding, so good at forgetting and so bad at goodbyes that it's all become natural to me - until now.  Now I feel out of place, lost in my own skin, forgotten in my own shell of a life I've created for myself, and it's all your fault.  At least I'm going to blame it on you.  So forget me now, remember me in a bit, I'll be ever changing - never regretting but always contemplating.  What is, what could be, what do I want?  It seems as though these questions allude even me, the maker of them, the creator in my own personal circle.  I'm so alive yet so dull it's unbelievable.  How can somebody be interested in a person so wrapped up in her own delusions?  I'm insane, I'm here, I'm waiting for somebody to come try and figure me out.  I'm hopeless.