Endless Thoughts and Hopeless Memories

I'm in my box of endless thoughts and hopeless memories.
Swallowed up by my heart's pain I cry and yet no one sees.
I try to reach out for a hand to guide my darkened path,
but I am pushed and spat upon and all I get is wrath.
I feel so cold and lonely. All I want is a warm touch.
No one seems to offer; I must be asking for too much.
I reminisce in the thought while being cold.
It's a feeling so new in a place so old.
Dreaming of the heat I once obtained.
I quickly remember all has drained.
My face returns to stone
and I'm cold to the bone.
I've returned to the place that tore me down.
It took away my smile and made me frown.
The happiness I turned to has gone bad
and abandoned me to be lonely and sad.
I put myself in exile.
I'm no longer in denial.
I need some help, some understanding.
Too many things are too demanding.
My heart, my gut, my morals, and brain:
all these things will make me insane.