Plastic

Can you help me?
I've seem to have lost me way; lost who I am.
Nothing about me is real. Go on, touch me, I'm cold, I'm plastic.
I'm bendable plastic, as we all know.
Willing to help you to the end; to my end.
All good plastics can only bend so far before...they break.
Lucky for you, I am already broken. Free to bend anyway that you might need.
I have no heart, that is broken as well. No wonder I am so cold.
With no heart to beat, No blood to flow through me,
There is no chance this plastic, could ever breathe again.