Collecting Stings

I'm sensitive and I collect damage too easily I sit here and I write but the words don't come too easily I collect it from the people who come after me I'm a collector of hurt feelings and for you it's not plain to see it's okay, though, i'll collect it while we talk on the phone, me to you but you to other people instead of me maybe it's because I'm sitting here without you writing out verses to ask myself "did you ever need me anyway?"